Job

The patience of Job
That’s the Red Kite
Spiralling constantly they
Searching the ground
For the carrion fair
Whatever time of the day

Serenity
Clearly a quality they
Can drift and presumably
Mark time that way
Gloriously managing
The miles that they fly
With today sleet now falling
Out of the sky

a wipe of the wings
And well up they go
A wintry meal
The ebb and the flow
Red Kite’s suggesting
An adventure of soughts
Truly majestic
Those are my thoughts