Blackbirds On a Wire

I stared intently at blackbirds on a wire they were lined in a row as though someone had painted them there fascinated, I continued to gaze hoping to identify which one would fly away first knowing if one flew the coop so to speak the rest would follow because of some unknown inner requirement determined was I to single out the leader of the flock (do you call a group blackbirds a flock? even if they are not flocking but sitting?) I dared not blink but I knew that at some point in time I would have to but I refused the world stood still there was no noise about although I knew cars were passing by concentration intense concentration on that damn line of blackbirds "Hey!" startled I inadvertently turned to the sound a woman unknown to me said "When I fall in love and marry I want to be studied with that same intense consideration hearing the sound of fluttering wings I turned too late the blackbirds were in the air ©June 29, 2017 / Jerry Pat Bolton