Vaux's Swift

In winter light, May almost done,

At walk's end, or rather farther end,

The swifts were gliding with delight,

Sliding left then right. Amazing me with deft swift and sudden flight

They could not stop to say a thing,

Instead they dove and rose on wing.

After what or why they flew.

A ghost like me,never knew.

But still a moment frozen there. Perhaps a chance to be aware.