The Birds Poem by Nim Lee

The birds swirled in the sky, blackish against the pale grey.
They swooped and swirled, dancing with the gusting wind.
The sea swelled sullenly beneath them, gloomy and dour,
held down by the weight of its waters.
It is the colour of lead, it looks as heavy as lead, not liquid at all. Reluctantly, it heaves upwards, then subsides, exhausted.
The birds continue their game with the wind.
It seems as though they will never tire,
that there is no reason that their dance could not go on for ever.
They seem unaware of the sulky water, the darkening earth.
They are in their own airy element.
Suddenly, as if with one mind, they make one last swoop across the sky,
And are gone, completely out of sight.
Then, slowly, one by one, the pale lights come on,
And the sea begins to reflect the gold and silver dreaminess of the night.