The sparrows that come daily to the seeds I scatter on the Deli patio, breakfast in a wave pattern, forming a semi-circle and moving forward thusly. A natural survival configuration, wouldn’t you think. Phalanx comes to mind for some reason.
This gets me wondering what else in life ‘performs’ so satisfactorily (at least for this curious observer). Breath, perhaps, in ripples in lungs?
Blood, released from those go-this-way vessels, puddles: two semi-circles. Does vehicular traffic, viewed from enough distance with enough perspective, mimic the birds’ behavior? Does life? And, if so, am I inspired to say – hey, it’s only breakfast, there are lots of seeds, and the maverick who breaks rank may be whisked away by the neighborhood cooper’s hawk and be soon forgotten, or become a legend.