Photograph by Simon Fordham.
http://www.redmillhouse.com.au/birds/little_kingfisher.html
My little kingfisher, princely, royal blue,
Where and why are you skimming, solitary bird?
You’re darting low from sight, where sun’s rays gird;
Then twisting, dappled, above mangrove streams, it’s true.
Yet, you are more! An airy blue somewhere
Afar from flocks that wheel, fly off, or herd.
In shade, in light – why, sky’s invaded there!


Theresa











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