Contours slip from a world
Parallel and synchronised in beat
And motion
Their flight is straight
Suspended in the void
Half arrowed in formation
Skimming the rooftop
Near-grazing the slate
Mighty Hercules of the flight
Heavy with beat of the wing
No navigation aid to site
Still and blue
Their playground is
Driven on by diurnal force
Over the edge with
Complete precision
Tattooed wing
Charts the lives in their vision.
My Devon Life 
Well captured in poem and image. Nicely done.
Pat
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