His wings skimmed against the water
reflections of reeds rippling, breaking down
the kingfisher
coming in for an emergency landing…
His beak showed the weathering
of five springs and summers long gone
the kingfisher
recovering from an unexpected battle
What a spring it was
for the kingfisher
What a world now
for the kingfisher
Tufts of feathers trailed behind him
pieces of him snowing as he fell
the kingfisher
falling hard in the shallow end
What a spring it was
for the kingfisher
What a world now
for the kingfisher
Beautiful! I love birds, and this reminded me of days around the water watching and listening. Lovely