My Diet As a Kingfisher

Saw the spark, and dove hard. Shut my eyes as I hit the water. Daddy fish glared at me. Possibly clutching his daughter. Came up hard, fast, with her in my beak. She gave a twist, a tiny squeak. Was that a mouse by the water’s edge? I dropped the fish, and dove full fledge. The mouse was running hard and fast. I did not care, the die was cast. I swooped him up and gulped him down. He was tasty, this morsel, brown. The daddy fish is probably glad. I dropped his daughter next to that lily pad. She is injured sure, but alive one more day. I will be back tomorrow, so they’d better pray.