Tight sits a lone kite
Atop a pine tree.
*I’ve not written in a while; been too caught up with life’s games. On my way back home late last night, and it being the ‘SuperMoon’ night, I was thinking of friends and enthusiasts perched on their terraces and roof-tops trying to get a glimpse of the moon and the hype. Then I looked out of the car window, and noticed this particular kite. And, hence this little rhyme, and a passing thought.