Birds of a Feather

Sporting in lightening spell bounds of nature Caressing the coolness of the peaceful sky Worthy stake embellish wings adventure Cordially exploring weather so bright Two placed up on high heaps wings sojourn Innate drives mount the hope cum disturbed winds Fright of possible fall is thereby spurn They are the airborne rocking the headwinds Masterminds of the muse behind aircraft That clothes human envies to flying Through necromancy braced up in witchcraft Beyond imaginable horizon Both enjoys the openness that caress the grace Which journeys them along peacefully in space