The red kite

Ooh! Is it night time already
I think I'll go and get my teddy
Wait! It looks like day again
Or maybe it was just a plane
Flying by
Across the sky                                                      

Oh dear! Perhaps it was a kite
Which turned my daytime into night
I hope that he will disappear
But how to cope if he comes near?

I think I'd better dig a hole
And dig it quicker than a mole
He will not see me form the sky
He might as well move on and sigh.

But oh-what's this? What have I found?
I found it close under the ground
Oh dear-it seems to be a rock
My quick escape it's sure to block.

And so he raised his head again,
Which roved he had but little brain.
Oh dear, oh dear; what's this I see?
Oh help! A kite! Now I must flee.

Long reddish feathers swooping by
Suddenly filled up the sky
Two golden talons are grabbing me
A yellow beak is eating me.

Tom had a wonderful idea of a worm's eye view for this poem about the red kite.
It lives mostly off worms. I think he has carried off the idea very well.

What do you think, dear reader?