#nightdwellers
It gently glides
Not needing to flap
More than once of twice
A minute
Suddenly
It begins to fly
Upward
Higher, higher
Until it reaches
Such a height
That the air is thin
And freezing
It flutters for a moment
Like a leaf on the breeze
Then drops, lightning fast
Towards the ground
Mouth open
Catching any unlucky bugs
In its path
Just before
It reaches the height
Of the treetops
It spreads its long wings
And catches the wind
Preparing to glide
And then
To soar
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