dark wind

this black winged
flock of birds
that cloud the horizon,
swim the air
almost as one, without
voice or visible
signs of purpose.
like a hand, a
wand of darkened
wind, they find their
way towards
a wire, a rooftop,
the edges of limbs,
from a tree
free from leaves,
still useful even
towards it's end,
holding for a moment
this pause in life
before they fly
away again.