Red Kite
Watch
the
red kite
spiralling
so effortlessly.
Rising, lifted high by thermals
above the contours of this parched and dusty landscape.
Forked
tail
swivels,
directing
his graceful circles
in seemingly timeless motion.
His lifelong mate follows at measured pace, faithfully.
For
hours
airborne,
high aloft
the russet raptor
gliding with hardly a wingbeat.
I relax and watch and sense the joy of free spirits.
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