Catch the Wind

They circle as they catch the wind; They ride the thermals high. They seem suspended without care, So effortless to fly! Their numbers grow organically; By ones and twos, they team. A kettle breaking into boil, Turns suddenly to steam. They almost breathe life in the wind, The unseen given form, The spiral, upward turbulence arising when it’s warm. The spontaneity of life As news spread far and wide. The reason that they’ve gathered ‘round? ‘Cuz something here just died.