Kingfisher flits and waits
a small twig on an overgrowing willow

Flash of Blue Stardust Feathers
The stickleback fish the prize

that Kingfisher master of the river
fisher supreme

Those cobalt volcanic flutters
capture the eye of all onlookers

This pond  is where I will die,
Squandering in owl hours to ****.
Still, the Ducks swim by.

The blue moon is a Julia Dragonfly
Haunted by a lethal, green dream thrill.
This pond is where I will die.

Threadbare Marauder Rooks squawk a cry,
The stickleback flakes its dithering gill.
Still, the Ducks swim by.

Importunate possums chase ducks to comply,
How could my moon mother be so ill?
This pond is where I will die.

Bluebirds deflate their keels with a sigh,
I gravitate towards their beauty, I am still.
Still, the Ducks swim by.

Aureole Sirius tip toes the sky,
Nimbus withers, Kamikaze men shrill.
This pond is where I will die.
Still, the Ducks swim by.

He died with his boots on
but he was no hero of mine
he was the famous grouse
and hen pecked husband
of a cuckolded wife.
having made the stickleback and
jaundiced  Moon resolute .

No...more...bickerin,
your eyes flickering you're nickering
your nit pickin' lost it quick as the Dickens
My tracks a hell of a kickin'
you're just the next feckin victim,
of the flow bound Hurricane of sense and rhythm,
The Sensemilla Sensei Kempei of verbal Kempo's home,
Like Alladin and Saladin mixed with a Party Boobytrap a Paladin of Palindrome...
The Storm rider glider blasts you through the  other side of the Thunderdome
My - Spitfire drips Ire as ******* ***** fire Surprise in your eyes quick blast from the past from a .50 Cal Microphone-
Fiend in me soul under control you failed your roll,
will check failed-I check wills,its a Checkmate mate you-best quill your will and will to build some soul
Its a dill of pickle you're in - you're a nickle worth of Nickleback stickleback sticklebricking best Lego
I let go last, I'm the Legolas of the fast pass in the underpass stick you fast now you're stuck fast I buck fast at your glass of Buckfast
the Truculent, ever vigilant-words are Succulent got you diggin' in
diggin' out a liddle bit of Lidl in a stolen digger,move quicker stop the friggin' in the riggin' little Pigpen Pigeons time to drop the bridge in...

Sat on the bridge.
Legs dangling, swinging in the breeze.
Look closely and little skittish fishes flying like sunlit darts.
Throwing twigs in, so naughty is what we are.
We just love watching them drifting and riding the tide.
Oh look, there's a bigger fish, not a minnow or a stickleback, a little trout maybe.
Gone to quickly, won't be tonight's tea.
A flash of vibrant colour.
Faster than light.
The strike of the kingfisher.
Doubtlessly he caught our trout.
(c)Livvi

SUMMER AFTERNOON WITH A TWIST!
Sitting on the bank of the city stream,
Where strands of river **** mingle,
between coarse bull rushes,
A sprinkling sparkle.
A stickleback in flight,
a glimpse only caught,
if you sit and wait.
Pebbles all covered with slimy slippers,
children with jam jars,
on thin strands of string,
trying to catch all fishy things,
the fish are more sprightly,
than the kids who are angling,
minus rods.
One slips up,
he lands on his bottom,
mum dashes to see,
he broke his jam jar,
gashed open his knee,
mummy leans over to see,
she helps him back on to his feet,
out with tissues and plasters,
not such a disaster after all,
like most things,
looked worse than it was.
Mum in her jeans and her pink floral top,
held his hand as they walked to the shop,
She bought him an ice cream,
vanilla with stripes,
all red,
looked like his blood,
tasted of raspberry,
and covered in sauce,
they got so much closer since the divorce!
(C) Livvi

in the delta of ignorance
the tributaries run backwards
to the ponds where fools with small rods
loyally compensates their shortcomings in foggy mists
and in the limiting breeze of white haze they rue their cowardice
for in shallow depths they are born and in shallow depth they stay
the stickleback tiddlers in mucky ponds yapping at dolphin in royal grace