Red Kite Poem by Claire Sanders

Dancing, silent, upon salient winding breeze,

Spring sun, warm and mellowing on horizon,

Ascends to cross o'er rugged mountain pass,

Looking to feed her needful young,

She swoops to steal this evening's catch,

Mouse in talon, to return to nest up high,

Feeds chicks that chitter, beg for more,

Then takes back off in steep evening rise,

To seek out yet another one...

 

Drifting upon the dusky breeze as evensong unfolds,

A quest, survival, stay one breath ahead,

Being careful and watchful, discerningly wise,

Sharp of mind, keen of beak, tail of rusty hue,

Eyes as sharp as a nugget embedded in gold,

She glides off and up into darkening skies,

She, such beauty, priceless, emotive sight,

For I shall always admire you,

The honest life of the Red Kite.