Watching red kite

Just been watching the Red Kite
A swirling
It’s moves unfurling
A rapturous creative observing arc
Attested and deliberate
Right from the start
Hunting as soon as the light
Comes to be
A carrion scoffer road kill now be
Much of its food espied from on high
Mice other rodents
From high in the sky

Amazing ability something as small
From very high up
Above the trees tall
Connected is she
And inquisitive bird
In nests often old
toys
And cloths found
Clearly pure joys
evident
In her explorative way sometimes
In old crows nests And a squirrels drey

I live in the Chilterns
Where chalk hills exclaim
Some 200 kites congregate
A red flame
of feathery wisdom
Sits high in the sky
And roosts in the tree tops
Here by and by

A genuine soul
Introduced thirty years
Some think it’s madness
But I love their power
Watching them circle
Is positive, how
Meditative they are
Anonymously
Providing this poet with
So much to see.