Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Dec 2020
they congregate
close to each other

on the top of
a building

citizens or
soldiers

black winged birds
pulled together

by a force I
don’t understand

they stay there
all night

whispering to
each other

in their huddle

and

in the morning
I wake to their

loud conversations
and watch them go

their separate ways
not knowing if

they settled anything
John Destalo
Written by
John Destalo  55/M/Harrisburg, PA
(55/M/Harrisburg, PA)   
  162
       Skye, ---, fox, Shubhankar Mathur, Ciel Noir and 6 others
Please log in to view and add comments on poems