Kite kite up in the tree
I see you, there, waving at me.
Looks like the wind got you into its grip,
Blackening your eye and fattening your lip.

The child who brought you has gone away
Leaving you to endure the night and the day.
Tangled, mangled, and teased by the…

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Matthew St. Amand

Matthew St. Amand

Husband, father, amateur ghost hunter, online-ordained minister and writer. Learn more (but not much more) at www.mattst.biz