The Kingfisher
With acrobatic locomotion
hovering high above the ocean
the kingfisher hangs ready in the sky
to pounce upon his potential prey
waiting just below the waves
by releasing all his thrust
into a dive.
Splashing through the salty blue
foamy surface matter
catching what he came to find
as schools of moonfish scatter
in all directions near and far
down in their watery grave
the kingfisher rises out of this world
for which he was perfectly made...
A mesmerizing, tantalizing
example of nature's best
colorful flyer moving up higher
near barely a moment of rest.
Providing we humans with so little acumen
for noticing much at all
including the sounds they make all around
before their final free-fall.
Down
once again where a fish is no friend
and waves are made to be breeched
from blue velvet skies
the kingfisher flies
where no other bird or human can
reach.
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