Wings Poem by Nick Jordan.

I sleep upon a cloud at night
Surveying the streets below,
As dawn breaks through the morning light
I watch the traffic flow,
In a time lapsed trance
I scan the scene
And swoop to scavenge food,
The morning sun on the weather vein
enunciates my mood,
Circling into headwind
Swooping as I glide,
I pounce upon a gudgeon
Upon the morning tide,
As the morning spreads to afternoon,
I basque in blissful sun,
Drifting on a lobster pot
Until the day is done.