A Door Ajar On Reality

The blackbird led his wife up the garden path as if the crazy paving had been laid especially for them & their kind. I thought it odd that they walked instead of flew as if they were acting the human. They both deep in conversation about bird current affairs or gossip about those noisy robins. When they hit the deck they both stood in a deck chair each continuing what they had been conversing about. Maybe blackbirds had taken over the world & I the last human to know. Or, all humans had been changed into blackbirds. They suddenly made loud caw. I took to the air & flew. ***