Swallows
A. Bliss
This wind wafts little creatures
High over the hill slopes. They are very
Swarthy, clad in coats of black.
They travel here and there in hordes together,
And sing out loudly, liberal with their songs.
Their haunts are wooded cliffs, yet they sometimes
Come to the houses of men. Name them yourselves.
The Answer: Swallows.