Red Kite Hunting

Circling overhead in roundabouts. Loitering with latent intent Above old deciduous woodland shouts Loud with no excuses to invent. Wide eyed spotting their prey, Deeply forked rusty red tail Twitching in the breeze today, In light delicate airs they sail. Eager eyes balanced thought Calling hei-hii-hii-hei. Learning what their mothers taught, Rodents in the open soon die. Gyrating on the wing in the air, Red Kites sails aloft silently stalking. Grey head still and staring fair To capture rodents out walking.