That window of time

We are lucky to find

A hillside sparkling with Hirundine

Darting and diving

Brushing and gliding

Sweeping and swooping

Down below 

Twisting and turning 

Chatting and snacking

Agile and speeding 

Down below 

Like a figure of 8

My gaze is turning

Watching and wondering

At them flying below

And once in a while

As quick as a flash

A swift flies by in a dash