Bronzed Drongo

In the evening darkness they roam Long after others have gone home Their plaintive calls rending the stillness Lull my soul into a soothing happiness. The day gatherers intrude into the night Still energetic not losing their sight Making one after another quick foray As a last ditch effort for a bowl of prey. I wonder at them and their strange deed Their act of extra filling they so badly need I see their funny flights as a bronzed patch Furtively swooping for a prized catch. Then suddenly they're gone leaving behind a trail Of a flutter in the wind and the sunned wings' smell I wish I could follow them to see where they go Those passing guests of night the bronzed drongo!