High
High
High
I go
Above
The trees
Below
The clouds
Through the houses
Visiting gardens
Over playgrounds
Into parks
Then
High
High
High again
Soaring
where
the thermals
spiral
Spotting
Mice then
Swooping
In
This
is
my
life
on
the
wing
Xxxxxxxx
This poem was inspired by the Red Kites which fly the skies above our woods and houses. It came to life thanks to a prompt by Hannah for Transforming Friday at Real Toads.
Love it! It has the feeling of flight. Red Kites are such a beautiful bird.
ReplyDeleteFlying right along beside you ....
ReplyDeleteThis is a joy to read. I love your spiralling format.
ReplyDelete