Borne upon bronzed wings.

Her reddened feathers flame 

Against the noon blue sky.

Her piercing whistle exclaims

As she wheels, searching, scouring,

From her elevated height.

Her noiseless shadow fleets 

Imperceptibly in silent flight.

 

A flash of rushed russet,

Colours white cirrus streaks.

She follows the wild winds' song

Riding high on lyrical thermal peaks,

Her forked auburn tail accentuates

And personifies her arrowed features.

Not only the hunter but also the weapon.

With a slow glide, she beguiles and bewilders.

 

Unseen, the copper-coloured ghost maker

Plummets, earthbound without warning.

Quickly, her chestnut wings spread, and away.

In that blink, innocence is lost, no time for mourning.

She’s flying free now, no fence, nor borders bar

Undue effort, kept to the barest minimum

We who witness, marvel at the majesty

Of a 'Red Kite' in its untamed dominium.