On the ledge of a strip mall roof,
their pre-cut carrot stick legs stand,
holding up football-shaped bodies
of white feathers.
Separated by one wingspan from the next,
their walnut-sized heads bob up and down
while marble-colored eyes remain still.
Without warning,
one by one,
they raise both wings
like Tesla Model X doors,
leap into the void of space
and ride the invisible hand of wind
high into the day’s blueness.
