Stringy

[Tiger the Lion]

Stringy

There are, upon the mountain, hiding, those
that sleep. But some don't sleep. My handsome kite
rides low without much breeze, and down it climbs [b]Not a fan of "down it climbs"
until it gets caught on the face of a jagger rose.
I tug. It humps and tears a little hole
in it and bleeds. I have an alibi:
I was distracted by the August sky.
The sun. The blowing leaf. The preening light. Like these last 3 lines a lot.

Days pass. It's to his credit that he climbed, To his credit he climbed maybe?
brokenly, thirstily, devastated. Shining
on death, and nestlessly he called and climbed. I'm assuming you chose nestlessly purposely.
Leaves left limbs and then, suddenly,
your crumpled bird beaked y y.
I closed the door.

Hi Crow, just a few notes above. I not sure if climb/climbed/climbed might be too much. Your call. Thanks for sharing.- Paul