I spied them carefully as if I was
meant to court them as they hung on
to the Edison wires above the roof
slightly swaying with the breeze.
So unique a singing voice with so
many songs, yet more pushy than
the sparrow or swallow, the chicks
following close for a handout.
The older ones clothed in blue-gray
with white feathered bellies, the younger
ones mostly gray... they were elegant
on the wire-line, a ballerina's balance with
perfectly straight wings, sirens teasing,
hunters looking for exotic caterpillars or
just basking in the sun with a song, each
one unique with a mind of its own.