Birds-We

Wind held just above the bluff-
 Sharp eyes fixed on the meadow's edge
 The small brown hawk
 Moves on educated pinions and rudder tail

 His disciplined body on perfect point
 Wheeling on the updraft, the screeching gulls
 White and grey grace in fluid motion
 Follow the leader as they glide

 Swiftly, sharply banking above the cliff
 out early this morning-the hang gliders-
 A bright variety of colored wings
 One, soaring window high

 Along our cliff perched house
 Greets me through the glass with an exultant shout !
 Earthbound I throughout the day
 Can scarcely wait for nightfall

 When in dreams upon my bed, I
 Too, gloriously extravagantly free
 Shall wing away through boundless sky