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Yesterday
outside,
about 80 birds,
loudly chattering
inside the
tallest
cedar tree, suddenly descend as one, onto the front lawn
and frantically begin picking at the grass. Then, in a
millisecond
fly off in a
single dark swirl
directly over to the
telephone wires where
they abruptly go silent.
A minute or so later, as if on cue,
they head back en masse to the cedar tree
and resume their loud, shrill cacophony, before
bursting out of the leaves in a single blast at bullet-
speed, and disappear.from view. All that's left, a gentle
breeze and eerie silence -- the calm before the storm.
Nature's metaphor for how I've felt all week, reading about Ukraine, Gaza, Iraq, Syria, Ferguson, ISIS/ISIL, Ebola, bombings, beheadings, surveillance and war. Under a darkening sky, watching in fear, everyone nervously chattering, or numbed into speechlessness, huddling together (like those birds in the cedar), or scattered, directionless, waiting, wondering how to weather the storm we all sense may be coming.
and frantically begin picking at the grass. Then, in a
millisecond
fly off in a
single dark swirl
directly over to the
telephone wires where
they abruptly go silent.
A minute or so later, as if on cue,
they head back en masse to the cedar tree
and resume their loud, shrill cacophony, before
bursting out of the leaves in a single blast at bullet-
speed, and disappear.from view. All that's left, a gentle
breeze and eerie silence -- the calm before the storm.
Here are for the
53 of second
them chat
when fest
they in
got the
the cedar
call tree
when fest
they in
got the
the cedar
call tree
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