Monday, May 21, 2007

The return

They're back.
I hear them screaming, as I lie in my bed,
Tensed as I listen to them close by.

Then I wait.
I relax, as their screaching comes closer,
Calmed by their playful cry.

They are swifts.
Returned for the summer, I feel joyful,
Watching them wheel and race in the sky.