Red Kite

An aeroplane, it soars through the blue,

Circling rodents, to attack and chew.

Like a missile, it plummets to the ground,

It glides through the air, not making a sound.

A scavenger, it searches for food,

Then takes it back home, to feed its own brood.

If you see one, it is an amazing sight,

Hang-glider, arrow, fighter jet, red kite.

Nye Bishop

Year 6