When They Fly
Why would it become a study when so intuitive it is?
They absorb the energy of the family and then in that moment
They alight in a wondrous disregard for our laws of nature
They follow the energy of the clan that’s biases are based
On values of perception and survival…conditioned so by interlopers
But changeable and acceptable, because a flock needs direction nowadays
The rhythm of the rain is the only match for the beating of the wings on the wind.
The daily chore, the daily flight leader, the daily crier
Are all tariffs only relegated with the song of the day, a moon dictate
So indelibly akin to the whispers between true familiars