(Archived) 2. Red Kite – by Yusuf Medjahed (aged 10)

I’m an orphan who rules the skies and the countryside of Norfolk. Me and the other sixteen red kites are all friends; except for one who we call the terrekite!! He’s been a big nasty bird since childhood.  But I’ll tell you that story another time…

Now we go back a long time ago.  I remember my father really well.  He had big round eyes that were light green, he had a white head like a bald eagle and a gingery red colour across his body.  His pointy yellow beak was perfect for tearing meat.  

When I was born it was peaceful in our kingdom but one day the peace was over.  On that dark day my father didn’t see the poacher, but I did.  He wore a green cowboy hat and there was a golden star, and also black sunglasses.  And he had meat.  He left it on the muddy ground near Mr Renard the fox’s den.  My dad said, “Ooh, there’s some meat! Let’s eat it! Tally Ho!”

“No!” I shouted as hard as I could. “It’s poison!”

But it was too late…