The Swallow and the Kestrel

He is a boy with orange hair And more freckles than pride. He is a boy with his eyes on his feet- He glows the light that others reflect. She is a girl with accusation in her eyes And more regrets than confidence. She is a girl with her face to the sun- She steals the warmth that others emit. His is a world filled with locked doors That he has the keys to. His is a world that never stops moving- It tries to keep up with him. Hers is a world filled with empty boxes That she’s already searched. Hers is a world that claws and bites- It defends itself against her. His wings are small and fluttering- They take him South for the Winter. He sings a charming song And revels in the world. Her wings are strong and wild- They carry her through the Stormclouds. She screams a hunter’s anthem And contradicts the world.