Periphery

John is a man with a talent to see what is not there, or, at least, what was not there until that fateful day when a want-ad caught his eye and sent him into the depths of the woods... into the periphery. -- In a break in the trees above the street, a start to the sky, there is glowing in the aether. The sky is now a fading yellow as he watches the winged shapes perform delicate motions upon the horizon. He sees a singular bird amongst the flock, appearing more mammalian than avian. A bird falls to his right, bouncing slightly upon impact with the street. He looks disturbed as a black shape bounces stiffly on the sidewalk. Startled, he watches as another falls. His nerves run electric as yet another bird drops from the sky, and another, and another. It rains birds...