If the sacred kingfisher flies,
It will frantically be flapping its wings to
The sand of the sea

To make this deep curve be a kind of rainbow.

Its flight can be like a deep, steady wing that beats
The air to fly higher and higher.
In fact, its wings seemingly bite the air.
So skilled at flying
Is the sacred kingfisher
And so naturally suited to the sky

That it can make this deep curve be a kind of rainbow.

From that deep curve comes its screams
And the bleeding rain,
While the bird is frantically flapping its wings
To eat its silent prey,

And to become a broken winged bird,
That cannot fly
Any longer.



Marieta Maglas

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/flight-26/