Country And Continent

Quarter

there must have been
a hundred kites up that day—
in myriad colours and size
they filled
the beautiful, spotless sky.

people arrived and spread
their picnic baskets,
brought out
their Sunday's
best behaviour and such.

all was well
until one little red kite
teased and taunted
the three-times winner.
such impudence—
it took just seconds
to bring him cut him to size.

kite-hormones surged
and armies soon
took their sides.

strings were cut
kites, felled
even as laughter died

minutes before
the winner was
announced,
a gust of wind
thought otherwise.

and so this year,
there was no trophy
to take home at all.

talk is abound
with plans
for the next fest
when kites will be painted
like country flags.

rumours are rife
as to who might win
against the sky.