Night excursion
We rise through the roof,
three strong beats
of the wings
we're away.
Thin grey
light
fades in the
western
sky
as we climb.
Leaving the lights
of the town behind
we glide to the
lights that dance
above Cley Hill.
We circle together, rising,
moonshine lighting the plain to the east,
the distant lights of Bristol and Bath
light the remaining clouds.
© Paul McCombie 2005