The sudden flash of delicate blue
That lightning strike so wondrously true
There, gone in the blink of an eye,
And no matter how hard you try,
The only evidence were the rings
Of bright water that sweetly sings.
It is very rarely seen sitting ghostly
On a low slung branch, or twig, mostly
Just above the waters edge,
Or on their perch just above the ledge
And to return with their kill
To bash to death with their bill.
And swallow whole their gotten gain,
Small fry, tadpole or molluscs strain
Their way down to the depths.
I saw one once standing on the steps,
Near Rhayder, on the river Wye,
It flew off before I could say good-bye.
Interesting. Intriguing. Quite a delightful poem, and very enjoyable. A very good poet you are David. Congrats!
Ah! Very nice pictorial quality! The word pictures are awesome.
Having been an avian photographer for some five years I can appreciate every imagery you have attempted to create. Very vivid description down to the Kingfisher characteristic demeanor.
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So descriptive, such a beautiful bird, only got to see one a few years ago, also wrote a poem about it! !