Bones, muscles, feathers and wind;
They glide for hundreds of miles without a flap,
Wings locked wide, catching the sky
And sailing upwards, then hugging gravity
To plane seaward, in effortless undulations.
Never touching earth for months on end,
They hurtle up, or weave downwind,
Catch the crosswind and head for the sun
Then turn down into the veering breeze,
Riding out tempests and blizzards, undaunted,
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