Gliding, like an eagle,

He dips and soars,

The wind rustling his tail.

Streaking across the deep blue sky,

Flitting and darting through the air.

Hovering uncertainly, for a moment

As the whistling wind pauses

To catch her breath.

Then she surges suddenly,

A quick gust of powerful wind

Blowing him across the distance.

The tip of his tail fluttering

Teasing, flirting

With the wind.

She swishes her skirts,

Then slowing down,

Gently lowering him

To the rustling grass.