As we move into the second half of NaPoWriMo, the days are getting longer and warmer. The rise in temperature has brought with it signs of summer, and I've been seeing a lot of birds in my garden recently. On that note, this poem is about a certain bird I saw in my neighbour's garden a few years ago.
Kingfisher
The fish in the pond
next door are still
and unperturbed.
A loud splash,
a flash of orange,
blue and white.
The kingfisher perches
on a branch, holding
its catch, a small sliver
of shimmering silver.
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