Flight Of The Red Kite Poem by alex sarich

Centuries ago, a bird of prey
The Kite
Chestnut red, head pale grey
Patches white
A predator of skies
In full flight
Subdued by traction
Lives by predation.

Exterminated in most regions
The Kite
Hunted for its verminous threat
In-flight
Fork-tailed, with two-foot
Wingspan
Not large, aggressive
But how impressive.

One breeding female remained
The Kite
Incubating in oak trees, day
And night
March to April they feed
The young
Hunt or preen, eggs will hatch
Handing Kites a purple patch.

March 2010