Tumbling into

an underworld.

Sound stolen in the descent,

movement coming from

an unknown what.

Vanished light and a search yet begun.

A wisp of swirling wind.

Inhabiting a different body,

a novice of winged creation must

forget the familiar. 

Hanging topside down from leafless tree

amid dark layered upon dark,

sonar registers obstacles and surfaces

of a territory

summoning,

expecting

arrival and exploration.

Travel here is not optional.

Curling claws around smooth limb,

with wings wrapped securely,

head dangling,

blood circulating,

there can be a reaching

for nothing.

Required senses develop.

Survival.

Still, suspended, and waiting

in dangerous territory

while skills emerge.

Quieting impulse,

lets

a silenced knowing 

arise

for one newly born.