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

C Richard Miles

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