kikubirduk

Red Kite’s Return

Angular wings set wide, tail readjusting
Ragged matador assails, rising from tree line

Is familiar silhouette out in valleys blue path-
Unkempt Kite navigating own element.

Over old landmarks and new earthly life
He rides out gusts, upmusters on breeze…

To glide once again by ancestral terrain
Of nurturing beech and russet gold field.