Kites

Fancy or simple they float serenely,
or dance, dervish-like,
playing on invisible currents,
cavorting with airy gods.

On the ground below,
feet firmly planted,
the flier either becomes bored,
or revels in each tug and pull,
communicating with another world.

My Nephew, a true kite lover,
flying his two string stunt-kite,
coldly torments a free-running dog
which had terrified his little cousin.

The owner is furious, but can do nothing,
as the red and black triangle,
surprisingly loud at low level,
with leading edge 'tremblers' whistling,
dives, swerves, and trails its tail,
just above the frantic jaws.

Once the lead is back on the kite lands,
is folded away, packed in its case.
And a cold little smile,
eases his wrapt concentration.

Gyppo

Hmmm not quite certain how I feel about this kite-flyer. On the one hand who could not relate to one who finds joy in this simple form of flight? On the other hand HE TORMENTS A DOG.

If the owner had called the dog back after seeing how terrified my daughter was it wouldn't have happened.

He's owned several dogs himself since then, including a damned great Huskey which was taller than him when it stood up with its front paws on his shoulders.  The difference is that his dogs are well trained and come straight back when he calls them.

Gyppo

Got it!