Archive | May 2013

A Kite’s View


The hungry kite flew up
Like a small plane.
It rose in the air
Swimming on motionless wings
Scanning the earth below for food.
Down near a dried up paddy field,
Next to a small hut, it saw
Chickens moving merrily with mother-hen.
In a second it flew down;
A piercing arrow from above.
The mother hen smelt trouble in the air
Which all birds can
And drowned the chicks under her wings.
The kite flew up disappointed and
Mounted a tree, in style.

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