Joyous flights

If you should look out of your window now

You will see a clutch of black birds gliding around

in twisting and twirling patterns

Moving in unison

Now separating, now coming together

Turning as a body through angles

With wings molding flawlessly to their sides

All together so that at a particular point in the turn,

They all appear to blend into one.

They are so beautiful and graceful

Their flight looks like a ballet dance performance

They do this dance

Every evening

Just before dark

Every evening without fail

Come rain, shine or snow

Is it a dance, a celebration,

of coming together at the end of each day,

It is simply too joyous to be

Just a sacred daily ritual .