Flock - Sunday Scribblings #269

Gather,

      all you inkblots,

           light tonight in treetops,

               dream deep of sun, rain, rushing wind;

                    next morning, sing the sun into the sky.

               Course plotted in your lineage,

          rise up, Icarus-like

     beak, claw, feather

Gather

This is for Sunday Scribblings, where they give a weekly writing prompt.  Also, this poem is a form poem called Rictameter, characterzed by a specific syllable count per line: 2-4-6-8-10-8-6-4-2, with the same first and last word.
And here is a little riddle for all you naturalists:
Q - Why is it that when birds fly in a 'V' formation one side is always longer than the other?
A - Because there are more birds on that side!