Birds of the Sky

Pepper, on a blue and white tablecloth.
Gliding as if on a string.
Few times their wings flap and
when they do, only once.
When the wind moves, they more too,
gliding smooth and straight.
Seeing prey they sweep down low.
Flapping more in a circle.
And when they don't, they soar,
higher and higher.
Touching Heaven itself and lancing
the glowing light with their dark wings.
Pepper, on a blue and white tablecloth.