NIGHT FLIGHT

Night Flight

Whispering wings, ace pilots’ flair
Sonar filled flight disrupts the air
As dusk draws in, they heed their crave
In smoking plumes, flood from the cave

It’s food they seek, and food they’ll find
Unerringly, though eyes quite blind
Like wind swept sands they scour the skies
Nurture their need to feed on flies

Many won’t live to sense new day
Becoming other creatures' prey
These air-born mice, plucked from their flight
By larger, feathered birds of night

Mission complete, those that survive
Return to their place in the hive
To sleep once more until their lust
Propels them blindly into dusk.