A Kite's Tale
It dangles from the treetop
String snapped, it waits
To be consumed by the elements
The crows circle around the corpse
Bickering, pecking holes in the remains
The unfeeling breeze makes it rattle
It barely clings to its tattered skin
The unyielding sun has worn it out
Faded and jaded to insignificance
Now it awaits the rain, to take away its papery shell
Leaving behind just the skeleton
And memories …
Once it was new and shiny
Freshly procured, with a dazzling tail
A rainbow of colours in its plumage
The reel was smooth, the string sharp
It could not wait to soar the skies
Dancing, swaying in the wind,
Trying to reach out to the sun,
It competed with its numerous siblings
Flying out of the rooftops
Entwined playfully or chasing fiercely
Till one of them fell eventually
The lucky ones were retrieved
By a gang of chasing children
This one wasn’t so fortunate
It got stuck in the branches
Far, out of reach, in isolation
It slowly faded from their memories
To wither away in silence
No one to share its pain, but Solitude
Beautiful, but why this despair?
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