I saw this red kite

The other day on the way with Dee to Raigmore hospital, up there unmistakable, a red kite ... and it reminded me of a little poem I composed (wrote?) two years ago...



Along the wind

Fork-tails young and old
fly in from every direction
using fine the scuttling wind
that scythes and sighs its way
through bare-boned winter trees
‘cross Black Isle hills and fields
pregnant invisibly, yet green
with newly stirring life,
and a dual carriageway verge
sheltering furry twitch-nose
trembling, timorous beasties,
that always need the other side:
the lively red kite’s prey
not now, some other day.

They come more easily to feed
courtesy of the much feared race
that not so many years ago 
would drive them from the earth.
All that forgotten and forgiven
in these more lightened times
when perfectly they gather
here, together aerobatic whirl
they loop, to swoop, to scoop
what is today on offer then
wing flutter up, together twirl
air dancing like the bagpipe skirl
and thus bring some strange peace
to we who wait on summer’s lease. 

Bryan Islip
February 2011


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