With feathers soft as the twilight sky,
they fly through storms where shadows lie.
Peace, their frayed and fraying cloak,
their wings beat hymns where light evokes.
City cliffs serve as their ground,
gathering crumbs from barren mounds.
Although winds whip against stone’s face,
their eyes glimpse dawn’s gentle embrace.
Alleys hum with stories untold,
each ledge a battle, every scar bold.
Yet within them lives a spark,
hope’s song brightens the fading dark.
Though night veils their weary flight,
stars stay close to the armored night.
For every wound the world has shown,
they chase the sun and claim its throne.
