The sparkling stream...
Darting fish...
The kingfisher eyes
His favorite dish.
Down he dives,
He's gone in a flash.
His sleek, slender body
Never making a splash.
The fish try to flee,
But all is in vain!
They get caught in his beak.
This is the kingfisher's reign.
He flies back to his perch,
His fish to munch.
He swallows them whole
'Cause they're his favorite lunch!
He surveys his domain.
This, is the life.
Food is plentiful,
With no worry or strife.
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Nature Poetry
PoetryA collection of original poems written by me, about nature and life.
