A KITE HOLDER WITH SOME SKIN IN THE GAME? GREAT POEM IN WORDS—-AND FORM!
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
..
.
Copyright © September 12, 2020, Newton Ranaweera
Image source: Pixabay
