Tonight I fancy a flight,
so I shuffle my short feathers
and jump.
 
Clusters of city lights
stretch, spread and sprawl
into sparkling starfish.
 
A whisper of clouds
tickles my feet.
A current lifts me like a leaf –
 
I float, I glide,
I hold my feathered wings out wide
and watch the world beneath.
 
The occasional plane passes.
The odd meteorite. Together,
we set the sky alight.
 
Flight is always best at night.
 

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