Secret Writers Business - by quatro

Not that long ago I went kite flying with my son, what a wonderful experience for me to see him totally enthralled by the flying kite. Nothing could justify missing out on moments like those. I was there, and I shared it with him. This short prose is about that experience from my son’s point of view.



Hilarious Mr. Kite.


Once in the not too distant past, I flew a kite.
It was fun,
a kite kind of fun,
one of those very full,
ever so full, fun filled days.
There were no expectations to dash,
and no feelings to hurt.
It was simple,
a pleasure in my private time with Mr. kite,
fun to see it fly up high with a good strong wind,
but not too strong I think,
running around in the green park,
running around after Mr. blue and white star kite.

How does this kite fly so high,
how does it fly at all?
A magic kite, I think I’m right,
a wonderful joy to behold.

I know I could also fly,
if I tried to fly like Mr. kite,
maybe that’s ok, or maybe it’s not.
Never mind the strong wind in the park,
I’ll just dream like a flying kite,
flying up high with so much flair.

I do after all prefer to run around,
in the park all day,
not so high in the air like Mr. kite,
makes me think sick in my tummy,
and in despair.
I now wish I had a dog!