A frozen moment, a fleeting glance.  A stolen second and a secret breath.  I see all the birds seated and resting, following the rest and cramming themselves into spaces they do not fit.  Too many feathers, too little line.  I see the two below, the two alone, brave and sharing one line together.  Where one goes, the other will go, where one quiets their wings, so too will the other.  There we sit. Starlings At Rest on Telephone Lines (by TylerKnott)

A frozen moment, a fleeting glance.  A stolen second and a secret breath.  I see all the birds seated and resting, following the rest and cramming themselves into spaces they do not fit.  Too many feathers, too little line.  I see the two below, the two alone, brave and sharing one line together.  Where one goes, the other will go, where one quiets their wings, so too will the other.  There we sit.

Starlings At Rest on Telephone Lines (by TylerKnott)