The Red Kite
I am a kite, but I have no string,
I glide on thermals in early spring.
I’m a bird of prey, but say no prayer,
My Saviour is the wind and rising air.
I nest on high in an old oak tree,
I feed on carrion gifted to me.
I own no goods and have no friend,
But will cherish my life until the end.
Richardpeej November 2011
More information on Red Kites:
http://www.redkites.net/index.html
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