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 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 that 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.