Kingfisher
His beauty is frozen into one crystalline moment
like a sudden, brief breath… now here… now gone
a hunter, a kingfisher, is now descending
his beak is about to break into the tranquil seas
wings are taut against his shimmering blue body
like a colorful deadly dart, ready to strike
to pierce the water with perfect precision
and in a moment more, the sea will explode
into a magnificent display of splash and spray
as this extraordinary seabird claims his prize.
Written on 3/17/2022
Copyright © Laura Leiser | Year Posted 2022
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