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Birds-We Wind held just above the bluff- Sharp eyes fixed on the meadow's edge The small brown hawk Moves on educated pinions and rudder tail His disciplined body on perfect point Wheeling on the updraft, the screeching gulls White and grey grace in fluid motion Follow the leader as they glide Swiftly, sharply banking above the cliff out early this morning-the hang gliders- A bright variety of colored wings One, soaring window high Along our cliff perched house Greets me through the glass with an exultant shout ! Earthbound I throughout the day Can scarcely wait for nightfall When in dreams upon my bed, I Too, gloriously extravagantly free Shall wing away through boundless sky