Starling on an Electric Power Line
Lined up
they perch in spaced formation,
ready to take fright and scatter
should a roving hawk approach too near.
I don't know why
they seem insulated from the deadly current,
or why
they make such a reckless target
for the raptors.
A cat looks at them
from a city pavement.
I do know what it is thinking.
The differing spaces between the starlings
could be musical notations.
A language just for cats and hawks,
played loudly,
on a blank sheet of sky.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2024
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