A KITE
I may be in the shape of a box
Or even look like a nylon sock
I could have lots of colours, too
Perhaps painted black and white with the word BOO
I may appear to look like a scary bat
Or just a bright dragon or a kitty cat
My spool of string is always long
As the wind hits me, I may whistle a song
My tail may be long with bows added on
As the wind catches, it will pull strong
So on a blustry day, you better hold on tight
Because I love to fly high, for I am a kite
Joe Henn
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