Night Flight

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.

Copyright: from Dear Ugly Sisters (Otter-Barry, 2020), © Laura Mucha 2020, used by permission of the author / sound design by Bridey Addison-Child

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