King of the River © lisa naylor
Flash of blue
Upon clouded grey,
The kingfisher was here
Though did not stay
High pitched cry,
His call a warning,
He speeds down river
Summer's day dawning
Sunset orange,
Iridescent blue
He scans, he hovers
As Minnows speed through
Perched by the water
In white blossom tree
Sumptuous throne
For this wise Monarch be
He surveys the scene
With an all knowing eye
Water droplets on feather
Beginning to dry
Then suddenly
He has left the tree's peak
Still water shattered
Smashed by his beak
A short moment later
To the sky, the King flies
His dinner secured
As his catch slowly dies
And again, down the river
The King takes his prize
And the banks keep the secret
of the jewelled Emperor's life
