I was at a stop light
when my driving-home
thoughts were interrupted
by a lively noise.
I looked out my open window
and saw the swooping autumn sky
filled with shiny blackbirds,
and the drooping telephone wire
jam packed with them–
wing to ebony wing.
I thought immediately of
Alfred Hitchcock,
but these birds were thrilling,
not threatening.
Their raucous energy filled me up.



About boomergirl47

Retired from the University of South Florida. Love reading, writing, hiking, nature, music, birding, puttering around the house and yard.
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