I like to watch them soar and fly
And dip and sway across the sky
I like the way they hop and peck
And taste each tiny little speck.
I like to sit and hear their song
I wish I could listen all day long
But upturned face, with eyes to the sky,
Makes my neck so stiff I think I'll die!
Charlotte Anselmo
Over the glittering, rattled ladders of shale the birds cross, tangential to the sea at night. Hour upon hour you can sense the undulation of wings. If you lift your cheek quite carefully you can feel the kiss and the wisp of air stirred by the inaudible glide.
- Jan Haag, Birds Migrate at Night
