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October Calling

I‘m driving down a road of my small city down south where the calls of the blackbirds have become a familiar sound. They gather together perched on stretched lines of cable connecting statuesque electric poles lined up in a row taking there place. The silhouettes pierce the dusk sky and the blackbirds are a sight to see. Some fill the trees close by forming a black veil covering the the tops in its entirety. There seems to be hundreds of them; all calling out as if in conversation with one another in unison. I can only imagine what they must be saying to one another in the evening breeze. I wonder or hope that they gather in celebration of the season singing joyful melodies. Is as if the blackbirds call to me letting me know October has come and autumn is in full swing. It has become a comforting ritual that plays out year after year. I know that October is calling when the blackbirds sing.