Oh to slip into the sky, to soar and dance and tumble
Murmurate, swoop and stoop
Twisting twining the wind to my joy
Spiralling updrafts to rise
Then
Tumbling wheeling through sundrenched clouds
Cavorting with the very air
The delirious burning blue
Copyright © 2017 Kim Whysall-Hammond
Written after watching Red Kites tumble and play through the sky above my garden.
With thanks to Pt Off. John Gillespie Magee for the last line (from his poem High Flight)
The Cheesesellers Wife 