A Bird among Birds

 

I dreamt I was a bird, 

but not just A bird

but a bird among birds.

We sang our songs 

sometimes alone 

but usually together.

Above the cornfield

we met numberless

and danced a dance

which might be called 

a “murmuration” though

it was free of murmuring.

We swarmed Scarecrow.

He was not scared 

(but neither were we)

until the humming lines

called to us to rest

our weary wings.

And I felt the fullness

of being alive on a wire

connected and connecting.

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