The shadows coalesced —formed the shape of three birds.
Pigeons, they guessed, though they had only heard
of birds from the city who took to such trees.
They were shocked by the voice when the shadows intoned,
the constants plucked and the vowels bemoaned.
We have no issue with travelers here,
we wish you good luck may your skies remain clear.
But we come baring news so please be forewarned
you’d be smart to leave early I’ve heard tell of a storm.
The flock thanked them kindly, traded tales for a spell,
then wished them good luck and bid them fair well.