Little black bird

I have seen him chasing, the little black bird.
I have seen him weigh on his friend and reach for a kiss.
I have seen him running around,
Following his best mate.
One day I even crashed with him, as he was running.
Windy silhouette.
But none of us was hurt and we ended up playing together.
I do often recall their slender bodies,
shining bright under the sun,
in love.
They remind me of a novel with two friends.
I feel the happiness running through my body,
Like the flickers of this flaming earth.