A long way from home

The migrating kite

Is a long way from home

Even though he soars

Across the skies

Spying the mouse

Hidden in the eaves

He is a long way from the nest

He has built for his old age

Amongst the branches of an Iroko tree

Even as he scours the ground

Of a familiar turf

Where the chicken hides from his shadow

As he lofts on the currents

Wings spread out to catch the wisps

And soak the energizing rays of the sun

He still remembers the lay of his nest

And the feel of the twigs in his perch

High up amongst the Iroko leaves

While the kite is alive

And the currents still flow

With the rays pointing toward the west

And the clouds fleeing towards the east

With the mouse not straying from the eaves

And the chicks beneath their coop

Home is still a long way away