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.