Flying high for freedom

I watched him from my study-cum-spare room for ten minutes as he swooped, dived and glided across the sky.

Alone and free and without a care in the world .... so it seemed.

The red kite glided with such elegance and ease,

oblivious to those of us who watched him in awe and admiration.

And then after minutes of mesmerising us with his skytime choreography,

he flew off into the distance unaware of the moments of magic he had created with his visit.