You used to fly them 
on a string  
you gave to the wind 

I’d watch you 
Dad
chopping up clouds 

You’d let me  
under your arms 
to hold on

Something 
would grow 
fastened to you 

When we moved here 
mum told be about these 
big birds, Red kites  

Moon eyes 
earth brown wings  
triangle tails 

There are loads   
overhead 
looking down  

I loved that kite
cause I knew
you loved it too 

Maybe there was something 
for you 
at the end of that string 

That these Red kites 
in the sky 
see too