The evening sky crowded with kites,
Soaring above, scaling the heights
In circles floating and gliding
Behind the feathery clouds hiding,
Diving to take charge or retreat
Or hovering on wings of thin sheet.
The sun appears to slip and fade
Leaving behind it, subtle shade
Of orange on an ornate blue
The sky slowly deepens its hue
Evading all colour but dark
Obtruding and leaving its mark.
Flying farther yet, reaching for height;
Black remains, kites against the night.