Kites at Play

once-upon-a-blusty, gusty, march

my eyes swept the sky and found

minute specks of soaring color

dipping swingingly with loops and bounds

pursuing the wind

like bright kittens chasing their tails.

suddenly the bravest speck drops—

seizing its tail and racing earthbound.

before the dreadful crash, it turns—

and, heading for the sky,

it flies away into forever.