Daily they cast themselves on our balcony, exhausted, expiring.
Having travelled many many miles from their genesis - allegedly in Africa - they expel a quiet sigh as they settle on the cold tiles and adopt again their earthly forms.Dust to dust.
Some seek out company in this foreign land - ashes to ashes, fur shed by a Tigger, tumbleweeds in grey.
A few are gathered and offered reverently to gardens and potted plants where their souls might bloom in other ways, but most are lost on streets and mountains, rooftops and rocks, are washed into or settle on water and will, in millenia, join the sediments that gather in the deep.
Millions of tonnes of African angels.