Theme: Kites

 

Kite

Graceful predator, on thermals rising gracefully
Soaring alone where others circumvent.
The fork in the tail feathers twist in flight
Below, naïve prey distracted watch the ascent.

The majestic plumaged Exocet circles and blinks
No sense of guilt or forgiveness or lust.
The unsuspecting morsel ignorant of its fate
Does not pursue atonement, he shows no fear or trust.

Run with me Kite. Speed where breezes whistle low and soft.
Run with me Kite. Overlord, take me up, take me aloft.
There is no dishonour in guileful deception
And this Kite has no need of redemption.
Run with me Kite. Speed where breezes whistle low and soft.
Run with me Kite. Overlord, take me up, take me aloft.

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