The Kingfisher
I remember I got up earlier than usual
A bright summer morning with no one around
I crossed the road onto the country path
And made my way along
Past the farmer’s reservoir
Through the long grass of a fallow field
And over the stile
I came to a little hamlet without a name
Not much to speak of
A handful of thatched cottages
With a narrow stream beside
Down in the water
Long fronds of weed glistened
And then, so quick I almost didn’t see it,
A flash of iridescence
So intense in the summer light
Like a jewel hovering
It flew off quickly
I strained to see it
Looping along
As if following bunting down the stream
My first kingfisher!
Copyright © Diane Leggett | Year Posted 2023
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