Motion/Blackbirds Like a cyclone they come; A whirlpool of black. Rotating and dipping, swirling and twisting, blocking the sun with their funnel of life, swooping to Earth on their ancient pathways. They flash their red like a politician’s vest or a dance hall girl, out on the town . ~Wanda Stricklin Robertson
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