The Kite

Mother Streusel

The wind was wildly blowing

On a bright and clear day

When a kite came out of nowhere

And flew in a bale of hay

Mother Streusel

It’d been running from its owner

Too wild to be tied down

But soon after gaining freedom

It went diving toward the ground

Mother Streusel

And so it lay there stuck

No sign of hope in sight

When a cow came toward the haystack

Large and black and white

Mother Streusel

It nibbled at the lovely hay

And soon the kite came loose

But before it could sail away

Its string caught on a hoof

Mother Streusel

And somewhere in Wisconsin

Large and black and white

In a field of daisies

Is a cow flying a kite

© 2014 Karyn Linnell