I like a flock of birds.

I
like a flock of birds.
A flock of birds in flight
has one mind. The configuration
of individual birds acting
in concert forms
a
collective
intelligence.

The pulsing and surging
of feathered forms,
contracting
expanding
and changing direction
- they think as one,
they fly
- as one,
the constant spaces
between them
acting

as firing neurons, the birds
on perimeter form up a skin
feeding sensory input back in
toward the center
where it is then
processed, decisions are made
on flight speed
and
direction

This has been proved
a number of times,
to my complete satisfaction,
while gazing out the passenger window
at passing,
pitching,
surging,
pulsing,
convulsing flocks of birds.