A bird of prey, these kites,
Majestic and fearless they fly.
But a sad day it is,
When man lures it with meat.
On a tour to see these birds,
A boat ride into the mangrove swamp,
Not a kite was to be seen,
Until meat was thrown into the water.
Ramming his engine, our guide did,
A call to these birds of prey,
Flying low, almost touching the water,
Fishing out the meat with their claws.
Creatures of the wild turning cartwheels,
Performing to earn their keep,
Sweeping down low, catching their prey,
Of chicken bones and skin.
I aim my camera, shooting these birds,
Such flying, beautiful choreography,
Of nature still wild, still untamed.
Even though man interferes and meddles.
By C.E. Pereira
I'm a Eurasian of Portuguese, English, Scottish and Malay heritage. And my extended family are of Chinese and Indian heritage. In recent years, the younger generation have added on to include spouses from the Philippines, Nigeria and Russia. My world is made up of different colours like the rainbow. And like the rainbow I am unique.
Reading is my form of relaxation, to escape from the drudgery of daily life and enter into a world of the imagination. It is the love of reading that has led me to try my hand in writing short stories and poems.
I hope that in some way my stories and poems will take you for a little while away from the drudgery of the present into the pages of imagination.
To new friends found, I bid you, Welcome.
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