Cobra Kite
A
kite
cobra
hisses
on high
sky.
To flight or to fight
-In such height -
The gusty wind, the hot daylight,
Snake charmer below, quite right,
Birds that fly mimicking with delight
Or to freely, with arms open, try,
While flirting rosy clouds, to fly
-In blue sky-
And gleefully cry
With no sigh
Are
What he can try.
He does fly
Terribly
High,
So
He chooses to fly
-In blue sky-
With delight,
To the tune
Of kite
charmer
who pulls
the
long,
tiny
end
of
his
tail
..
.
Sept. 9, 2020
COMPLETELY YOUR CHOICE (6)any form any theme Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Copyright © Newton Ranaweera | Year Posted 2020
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