In a store window at the mall there is a herd of running
elephants. They are each about the size of a hand. They are chrome
or maybe silver-plated, with brass tusks. They are identical in form, but
vary a little in size. Individually, it is not an elephant figure that I
like at all. But the whole of them, as a running herd, is
captivating. Like the herd of giraffes in the next window over.
And so it is with any animals, as I think of it. The
single wildebeest on a television nature show is what? So much ugly food
for the wily crocodile hidden in the mud. But a herd of them moving
across the plain – that is a sight to behold. So, too, a hillside of
buffalo. A school of any fish. A flock of geese.
The many moving as one. Is it some hunter’s instinct in us
that is attracted to this?
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