Chronicles

Beating heart on the midnight wind.

Her wings soar onward to places no other as been.

Soaring faster higher than any other can.

Wings tipping upward onward rising on the western air.

Her feathers basking in suns glow yet touched

Heart beats.

and she dives

falling downwards at mock five.

the air bends in a concussive cone

bringing a thrill I've never known

how can it be that you fly so clear

while  I just want to fly near.

                                        -Scootaloo