Over the garden a red kite mewling like a kitten, so close I could reach out my hand and brush the polished perfect feathers.
Kite silhouette again the racing blue sky, the cat crouches low and the bird is gone, piping and laughing into the clouds.
And now another and another.
They twist around each other, wings touching the roof tops delighting in the fitful wind, hail flung after them and the sunlight chasing them.
Flame forked tails angle and the birds turn, quartering the spring sky into slabs of changing colour. Four birds over my tiny garden, calling to each other for the whole spring day.
Flirting, testing partners, laughing: dancing.