Birds

Gates open for them
As the birds stream in.
The leader tears a whole through the perfect lined flock.

They fly,
They're free.
They sing their song
Of disaster pedigree.

Free fall to them.
Not a sport.
But a natural drug.
Adrenaline shot.

The ocean waves at them.
For only they know,
How and when.
As they follow the swifting ice.

As night time falls.
And the predators crawl.
They settle in their nests.
For the freedom birds,
Will forever be blessed.