The robins come in early. The tree looks like one of those find it games, or a puzzle where the pieces all look the same. They fly in and out of the tree and sometimes all take flight at once.
Others wait in the tall trees across the street, alert for danger.
At home I saw another smaller flock in a tree in my yard. A flock of smaller birds joined them. It is the silhouette that tells their story.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: leaflet.
in snow robins search
red berries from the autumn
make heart leaflets dance