Blackbirds

The blackbirds came, there is only one way to look at blackbirds. Blackbirds swarmed, scavenged the grass. They moved en masse like schooling fish, then traveled south. The blackbirds know what God's rules are. They know cold oceans of air are flowing south. The blackbirds know what time is coming, what season of year. There is only one way to look at blackbirds. If I look to the sky I know the change that is on me soon. The blackbird's song is a soft summoning. There is only one way to look at blackbirds and that is to learn. They came in hungry, fed and flew away. One man watching; the blackbirds sang.