Language is endlessly fascinating. I’m especially fascinated with animal collective nouns: a murder of crows, a shrewdness of apes, a flamboyance of flamingos.


A Wake of Buzzards

A startlement
is what I call them
standing in a line
large feathered backs
humped forward
in eager sorrow
for the life given
in front of them
the signal passed
through dipped heads
black wings spread
in benediction
for their breakfast feast

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