Takeoff

Idly the craft hummed, a picture of majestic power at rest.
Nose down. Waiting. Knowing.
Only the sound, hinting to it's power. Brilliant, yet monotonous.
The hushed roar. The shimmering of air behind the tailstream.

A touch of throttle, a new sparkle in the sound.
An inkling of power setting the body softly rocking.
The wheels slowly spinning, turning toward the straight.
Nose still down, a slight grin flecs it's tone, as if to say
"Watch this, you'l be impressed."
And a slight restlessness as the wings twitch
like a diver preparing in readiness.

And then the banshee roar.
The overwhealming howl, as it stretches out in effort.
Head up, reaching for the sky.
The steely body forces with all of it's might
to leave behing the earth,
and stretch the air with its strength.
Leaving it dripping off the wings in swirling vortices
as slowly and graciously, the craft makes a long turn,
pulling the wheels up into itself.
And the deafening roar grows to a hushed wimper.
Echoing through the skys.