Anna Hughes

The Kingfisher

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The Kingfisher

On January 2, 2018, Posted by , In Writing, With No Comments

An ode to the delicate little kingfisher I see flitting up and down the canal

KingfisherA flash, a splash, a burst of blue,
A rocket of iridescent hue,
A fleeting jewel on endless wing,
He catches fishes as a king.

Alighting on a branch he gleams
In stark contrast to cold-stripped beams,
An orange breast, sharp line of beak:
A fire within the winter bleak.

A sudden movement makes him rise
Into the dull and sullen skies,
His regal coat with glitter shone
Flits up, and drops, and then is gone.

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