The Grim Kite

Sitting agianst the window ledge
thier was a graceful women
Wearing a thin red bow
A long green drees with golden buttons

Beneath that dress was a pair of thick black tights
Not to protect her from the
brass cold wind
But to hide the deep dark brusies

The shapr edges of the crisp thin letter
Held tightly in the palm of her hand
Didn’t seem to bother her

When she looke out the window
Only to see a fearless red kite
Trapped by the monstrous hands
Of the dangrous dark oak tree

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