And I Hover, Quivering

Shimmering barrels aim high
Shot, shut, shot down like a
Beauiful bird I drop.
Wings crumple and fold in
around my breast,
These skies are too beautiful
to hold me up
I need a little darkness
The inky drapes can
hold my weight.
And I hover, quivering
in the night
Looking down upon
the twinkling houses
Where ho-hum people
go about humrum lives
And I bask in the warmth
of their contentment
Which radiates out
from the rooftops.