Birds on a Wire

How could someone not admire
Birds lined up high on a wire?
There they perch all in a row,
Like the Rockettes in a show.

Who decides where they’ll alight?
Do they need a rest from flight?
Or is it a place to mingle?
Wire.com for those still single?

Sometimes, as I watch them land,
I try to gauge who’s in command.
It’s hard to tell, ‘cause as a group,
They come and go in one fell swoop.

Doesn’t matter who’s the leader;
Knowing wouldn’t make it sweeter.
Every time, though, that they roost,
Their presence gets some smiles produced.