Breathe ...
To the rhythms of the world
Giddy chirps of young, Full of fresh wits. Sharp commands of the grown, School for hard treks. Flocks grouping in line. Switching positions One wire at a time Spawning formations. Patterns placed to redo. Four tested, two fresh, Seasoned and new, Reverse! Ready! In the air! Spot a new wire. Find your place. Repeat.
who knows what those boids 'r' doing... Wilbur makes them sound like circus performers or acrobats... if the people could line up, then I would like to see six different person's interpretations of it... It is to me like the wire creates some essential condition for a science experiment and yet the experiement would not just have one outcome. Rather all these different interpretations, not just one.
Perfect, Petrena!