Flocking
The leader makes its move.
In a swirl of space,
like dust in the first
gusts of a storm
they take flight.
Nature's pure choreography,
each tiny course correction
ripples, repeated countless times.
The beauty of shape and movement,
a ritual dance recurring
again and again, season on season,
year upon year.
To the warmth and back,
with nothing but instinct,
they treat us to their show.
Tim Fellows 2019
Image by Free-Photos from Pixabay
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