Black Kite

Jane Dougherty Writes

Kite hangs in the blue air
Cold eyes see only death and dying
Not the glint of sunlight on wavelets
Nor the white winged grace of the gull.
For the raptor life is simple
It balances on a breeze
Wheels on a wingtip with death.

©Tony Hisgett ©Tony Hisgett

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