They're having a meeting on her back porch
All talking at once, no protocol
Heads bounce--beaks move rapidly
Shoulders touch--eye sparkle.
Some huddle together
It's raining and cold
But conversation continues to flow
Children? Weather? Politics?
One sits alone
Away from the group
Gaze focused on mountains beyond
A sound from the garden
A movement inside
The meeting ends suddenly
Swift flight to the sky.