58 The flight

A flight is getting ready

Neither pain, nor gain to earn,
Either sun or rain, we run. 
A reason to stay away, you seek;
No reason to stop prey, we seek.

We land down every time, we need;
And take off in time, we finished.
None are our captains to command;
That tell us obey only demand.

Now too, thundering clouds are gathering;
Watery whirl wind's whistling;
But our hungry young ones are whispering.
To take off so, we are waking.

Yes! This take off  is for another landing down.