Coruscating through the ethereal, pastel blue, <br />A more electric, sapphire-glinting hue, <br />That picador in rich bejewelled cloak, <br />Befeathered huntsman of the crystal brook, <br />Begins his pinioned, death-defying dive <br />To feast on sporting minnows, lithe and blithe, <br />As jocundly, amongst the rock and weed <br />They revel, chase and taste and dance and feed. <br />The kingfisher, inspiring awe and fear <br />In finny, unsuspecting prey, must spear <br />His silvery feast, to sate his appetite <br />And then, in ever-rising, soaring flight; <br />A glint, a flash and, quick, without a word, <br />The halcyon is gone, that esoteric bird.<br /><br />C Richard Miles<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-kingfisher-4/
