In the grand scheme - they're nothing but small beings with great wings. In the quiet - they make nothing but noise....disturbing and waking all that might still be sleeping.
In the dark - they're a vision of light. In the light - they're nothing other than ordinary.
I wondered where it is they fly away every day to. I wondered when it is that they fly back and return each night.
I thought about their simple grace and graceful simplicity.
I watched silently.