Birds of a Feather…

Birds of a feather,

Always flock together.

Then there’s the different;

The unique.

Natures design,

Tweaked and refined;

Turning something common,

Expected;

Into one,

Authentically sublime.

A mix of familiar;

New.

Brown and white feathers mix;

An original hue.

Like all rare sights,

Our privilege is fleeting.

To the air, in a rush;

Wings flap; Repeating.

A secret, camouflaged;

Hidden by the swarming flock.

They shift; sway as one,

Against the crimson setting sun.

A glint, bright white;

Flashes through a blur of browns.

Each one, consolidated;

Becomes profound.

Birds of a different feather;

Congregate, meld together.

Before they all,

Fade away.