Suddenly the rooks rose up together
No reason I could see – no sudden sound,
No swift hawk or lightning change of weather –
For a few moments, they all circled round,
But did they seek the sky, or fear the ground?
Then they broke up, went off in twos and threes,
Companionable birds, shooting the breeze,
Leaving me wondering what I’d just seen:
That swirl of wings, lifting above the trees,
Briefly together, and then flying free.
A second dizain for Rosemary at dVerse.