Speaking of birds
some thumbed the air

between the dawn
and the plastic
cover of my headlights

it must have been
this morning

and the right side
of the road which
is technically

the orientation
for both going
and coming here

but all I remember
is the shape of
the birds

decidedly
not bird-like

beading up in
feathery condensation

coursing across my field
of vision gray and fluid
and seemingly wingless

bushtits maybe
the tiniest flock

their collective noun
should really be
a drub or a thump