I saw you
from above:
sat in the gnarled branch
perfectly azure and verdant
like new moss and summer sky
a keen eye poised
quiet waiting
from under the water
thinking, no-one knew I was there
swimming in slow existence
But the ripple from your rising yelp
caught me off guard,
the swish of majestic wings
diving down, beak ready
swift and fearless,
you plucked me,
the fish with the blue-grey eyes
where I bathed in a lifetime
of thick-water and hidden reeds
You, the Kingfisher
swept under the ice-like film
of shallow waters
and rescued the minnow
Silver trophy winner
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