Silently the crystal clear river flows.
A cormorant dives, out of view,
as the sound of a woodpecker
from deep within the forest rattles on a tree,
looking for grubs.
The empty beaked cormorant surfaced, floating low in the water,
looked around, and tries again.
An angler sits on the bank and nods in the heat of the noon day sun, his float, floats,
Waiting.
A trout breaks the surface, collects his dinner and dives.
The angler still sits nodding,
the cormorant flies off, empty beaked.
And the woodpecker rattles on another tree.
As silently the crystal clear river flows on.