Kingfisher

Sitting past the reeds

Upon a willow tree

The kingfisher surveys

His watery larder

With keen polaroid eyes

A victim he spies

And measuring distance

He makes his next move

A flicker in thought

His blue metallic wings

Now do go into action

Such a beautiful thing

Down from the branches

Wings folded back

He darts into the stream

By the banks waters edge

The minnow that was hunting

Has now become the hunted

And out of crystal waters

The kingfisher is victorious

Out of the stream

With feathers to preen

After a hearty fill

Of minnow and bream