Red Kite Hunting Poem by David Wood

Circling overhead in roundabouts.
Loitering with latent intent
Above old deciduous woodland shouts
Loud with no excuses to invent.

Wide eyed spotting their prey,
Deeply forked rusty red tail
Twitching in the breeze today,
In light delicate airs they sail.

Eager eyes balanced thought
Calling hei-hii-hii-hei.
Learning what their mothers taught,
Rodents in the open soon die.

Gyrating on the wing in the air,
Red Kites sails aloft silently stalking.
Grey head still and staring fair
To capture rodents out walking.