The hungry kite

The hungry kite

The hungry kite hovers
Above the blue grey vastness
Of the river Luit.
Even in this balmy afternoon
When all living beings have drifted into a restful snooze 
In their after lunch siesta,
Happy and content with their bellies full.
The hungry kite in the empty sky circles around 
Scanning to scoop and catch.
The solemn betel nut trees stand tall,
The other birds are quiet,
Nothing moves
The wind is at rest
In the vastness of still life.
Except the kite-
Circles.

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