Seven swallows were grouped on the telephone wires
Like a bunch of women in the park.
I wondered what they were talking about.
The scarcity of insects?
The lack of nesting places?
The prowess of their mates?
The comfort of their nests?
The progress of their chicks?
The thrill of swooping on the currents of air?
Or perhaps the coming migration?
Seven swallows, chattering,
The remnants of the big flocks of yesterday,
Opher – 24.7.2020