A fierce grasp yanks me into the air I ride the wind’s vibrating lair. Speeds to fast to stop and stare. The world flies by, naked and bare.
I ride the winds with my wings pinned to my back. The winds force so strong, that I am forced off my track. I look for my mates, who I seem to lack. Fear overwhelms me, for I have lost my pack.
Until finally the winds die down. My little nose twitches as I frown. My eyes squint peering for the familiar green and brown. A fierce buzzing begins to plague my crown.
Then I see them all zipping through the airy blue sea. My brethren have followed me! My wings stretch in fierce stoic glee. As we fly around in complete revelry.