Himalayan Giants of the Sky
By Ellinor G
She glides through the night
Her wings a feather bed
Soft as a snowflake
Yet rough as the sea.
Her cry rings out through the sky
As the wind howls so loud
But far below
Where the bluebells grow
The rodents are alive
And they scuttle around
When the owls hoot
All goes silent
Not a thing to be heard
If you look up at the sky
You might just see
A looming shadow
Hear a piercing cry