a colony, a company, a flock, a parliament, a party—
when birds gather to nest in bushes, scrub, or briar patch i wonder,
do they converse? do they discuss community policy?
or do they merely affirm each other’s presence with a nod of the beak?
i would like to think that they cluster together, speaking through body language
& outstretched wings, the cool soil in their toes, surrounded by the smell of the brush
& imaging life without the presence of man.