A Little Night Flying
Ignoring the splinters in his knees, Timmy peered into the rafters.
They were here! He had risen at dawn for days, following them a little further each time.
In the gathering twilight, he could hear faint eager squeaks, welcoming him.
They would fly soon. He edged onto the parapet; his dream about to be realised.
This was written for 55 Word Challenge 30