A battered kite nipped my ear
As it finally crashed.
His feeble fluttering poked my curiosity
As I bent down, his smile though torn, flashed at me.
I wondered at the life he must have led.
Clutched to the heart of a little grubby boy
Who rescued him from the dinghy place where he was made.
The feel of astonishment when he
First soared into the sky,