The Kite

• Kacey Nguyen, Grade 5
• Poetry
• 2015

It swivles and swerves as it lunges
backwards and forwards back to me.
It tosses and turns as it goes into 1 bundle.
My kite was if it was a butterfly because
of its 2 big antennas and 4 colourful wings.
It flutters so fast it felt like a race.
But as I read it drifts away.
I chase it all the way home until I
look up to see my kite falling down
into a dead like sleep ready to be
awoken by the mourning wind.