the empty power lines

Driving the healing angel to school, I saw silhouettes of birds, huddled together on the power lines, listening to the flow of electrons through their feet. I came back as soon as I could to take pictures of them at their listening post (on their listening wires), but . . .



It must have been something they heard. They must have exploded off the lines, all wings. What must the message have been? Was their mood one of panic or excitement? Outrage or glee?

Meanwhile, underneath, John the Flower H...