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.