Red Kite
High up in the sky the Red Kite fly
Gazing down upon me,
Searching for pray no matter where it lay
A carcass will do for tea,
With a long forked tail and black tipped wings
Its elegance is plain to see,
It's hard to survive but still its alive
This beautiful bird that fly's free
Copyright © Robin Silver | Year Posted 2016
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