Creative Writing

"Red Kites in Wycombe" by Mrs Mary Mullett

Soaring, somersaulting,
Climbing, flying, gliding,
They parade their winged finesse,
Softly, suddenly,
Upon red response
They dance in the afternoon
Breeze.
The beauty of their souls,
In flight.

Before the magic carpet
Or a naked blue sky.
They polka dot,
Between the green leaf trees.
I reach out to touch
Their tails,
But they are gone,
Ready to return,
Before the twilight comes.

Mrs Mary Mullett
High Wycombe
Buckinghamshire