The Little Fisher
The Fisher.
A flash of iridescent turquoise
Captured by rays of awakening sun
As a new day born has begun
Among the thickets and leafy sprawling trees
Weeds and reeds
Kissed by morning dew
Wildflowers proliferate with a pleasing hue
Thereby a sparkling trickling
Silver ribboned stream
Reflecting fragmented images of evergreen
Within the stillness and quiet site
A small darting bird takes flight
Following the streams perpetual flow
As swift and as straight as an arrow
The feathered jewel takes a rest
On a overhanging branch
Displaying it’s striking orange breast
The little fisherman
Waits patiently
For a careless little fish to swim by
And kiss the sky
Down the fisher plunges
Within a blink of an eye
Skilfully it captures
It’s silver treat
Dangling from it’s pointed beak
And swallows in a gulp
A jewel to behold in natures treasure chest
A Juvenile
From a sandy bank cosy nest
A joy and pleasure to behold.
Peter Dome©2019.
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