Kite
One little robot on one lonely night had a kite he was trying to fly.
He would hold tight the string and run with the thing,
but the kite would not take to the sky.
In it was a hole the the shape of a soul.
without that it wouldn't catch air.
Then along came a catch with the perfect shaped patch.
And she showed him how to repair.
The kite jumped from the ground as they ran around.
As it soared he felt finally free.
Then one windy day she just walked away.
Then his kite got stuck it a tree.
Without her assistance the kite caught resistance.
It gets tangled once his heart starts to burn.
Now there he sits alone with his with his wits
on a branch he awaits her return..
Poem by : Dian Holmes
