The Hunter And The Kite. Poem by Tony Adah

The kite came again
And perched on the bough
Of the pear tree
It was here on a siege
Against the hunter's chicks.

Upon sighting it
He ran inside his hut
And came brandishing a dane gun
Trotting under the tree
Not even weary of the kite's eagle eye
The hunter only got his name
From owning a gun
He was a poor marksman
Who could shoot and miss a mountain.

He went forth and back
Searching for the very vantage point
To down this predator
He stopped passersby with his hand like a dumb
And Suddenly an explosion raided the pear tree
Shredded a cloud of leave
Mixed with the smokes from the gun
And away the kite flew.