They flew in bunches so big
it’s impossible to describe the enormity
of the clouds they formed in otherwise clear sky.
They would dance and bounce in unison
as they moved from one feeding area to the next.
And as they did, you could see the light change
in the cloud as they would suddenly shift directions.
It was like a wave moving across the group
from the lead to the last in flight.
How could they change like that, so quickly,
all together, and without a single bird loosing its place?
Their wings made a whishing sound
as they pushed their way through the air
and you could hear them chirping as they
rhythmically loped and paddled their wings,
preserving their position in the multitude.
Copyright © Ray Dillard