I. Perch
Three little birds on a wire
that hums with other people’s electricity.
They do not argue about direction.
They lean.
One shifts.
The wire trembles.
The other two adjust
without calling it sacrifice.
This is how small creatures hold up a morning —
by redistributing weight
before it becomes a fall.
No leader.
No applause.
Just the mathematics of balance
solved in feathers.
II. Field Manual for Flight
Rule one:
no one lifts alone.
The first bird reads the wind.
The second bird reads the first bird.
The third reads the silence between them.
They rise as a rumor
of wings.
If one falters —
the sky does not announce it.
The formation bends.
You would not notice
the quiet correction
unless you were also
trying to stay aloft.
They call this instinct.
We call it teamwork
we forget —
it is older than language.
III. After the Storm
Rain breaks the afternoon
into smaller afternoons.
Three little birds beneath a gutter’s edge —
wet, indignant,
undefeated.
One shakes first.
The second shakes harder.
The third laughs in droplets.
They will dry each other
without saying so.
Later, when the air clears,
they will lift —
not because the storm ended,
but because they endured it
together.
Feather to feather.
Pulse to pulse.
Sky as shared blessing.
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