that Red Kite
it swayed and soared
that Red Kite
it swooped and roared high over hills
Suzanne said 'far away it flies
fast and free
and frolics and falls to follow me!'

sure enough
f

   a
l
   l

          it did.
and Johnny said 'just get
r i d
of that ridiculous rangle
that rambunctious tangle
of rope and Red.'

and to Suzanne,
Johnny was dead

the weak little bullied day
as gentle and useless
ghastly fray
sworn oafs loud in the making
of country bells ringing
and child mistaken

for as drawn bridge
was lowered
and peasant boy stood coward
all the knights and princess
held tar and feather

yet the castle did fade
inside of mornings haze
reluctant and estranged
the dinners rebounded in shame

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not fraught,, not courageous
has not celebrated words
nor taught callous rangle