Tiny bubbles appear
Surfacing as if on time
The Kingfisher waits
more bubbles climb
to the edge of fear
then air saturates
there is a splash
a beak pierces bubbles
and it golden capture
surfaces not through wanting
or needing - it cannot escape
the beady eye of the Kingfisher.
He was hungry, cannot blame him
he waited and he watched.
A fisherman smiles, he waits and he watches
for hours upon end, without any promise.
The Kingfisher still perches and he waits
and with his belly full of food, he half smiles.