there is a hedge across the street simply filled
with gray and white feathered bodies,


so many that the hedge itself
can hardly be said to exist,


it has become a living breathing
organism alive with life,


it is a decked out Christmas tree
overflowing with ornaments,


a car passes and as though one garment
they rise, flutter, take to the air as a single mass,


the sky ringing with bird song,
the sweetness of praise and church bells.