Above the medaeivel streets a kestral
hovers over baby pigeons crouching
in the shade on the red-hot tiled roof.
They fiercely indulge their mothers crop
unaware of the drifting predators needs.
The air is raining birds, falling
against a Mediterranean blue backdrop.
We watch the skies and rooftops fill
with aerial action as Swifts roam the air
for insect snacks. Sometimes we feel
they are amongst us or perhaps we
are flying with them in a game of human
acrobatics -screaming with joy as we dip
and dive down to street level, turn on a wing
beat to rise up again, our hearts in our mouths.
