Thursday, February 3, 2022

Righteous flocking


I watch as a flock of starlings, startled, 
Take shelter in my neighbor’s tree, 
Moving as one to fly to safety, 
Triggered by the sound of an opening door. 
It was just my husband, going out to feed them. 
Humans, too, are quick to assume the worst, 
Joining the unquestioning surge 
 Of righteous indignation, 
 Triggered by an act or word 
 Uttered with the best of intentions…

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