where birds go

everyday I notice the quaint 1970s homes that line the streets of my city. their colors and their fences and their gardens are always interesting to me, because they vary so greatly. but this morning I noticed something new: a particular house I had never previously paid any attention to. it is darkly shaded; the front is enclosed by trees and shrubbery, and thick power lines hang heavy over the backyard. an uninteresting house, mostly. except for the powerlines. out of the miles and miles of power lines I drive past every day, on this particular street, the pigeons have chosen the three wires over this home. there were so many of them clustered next to each other, just waking from their nights rest, looking around and stretching their wings. but the best part about it was the fact that there had to be thirty pigeons, and out of all of the grey, a lone white pigeon was perched in the immediate center. perhaps the flock finds a need to honor this contrasting anomaly. I think would, too.