Kingfisher

By Clara Blair

Tiny pterodactyl,
Ever watchful
You survey your kingdom.

Small miracle
Of blue and white,
Miniature pelican in flight.

I’ve seen you in marshes,
Along highways,
On a rail by a busy street.

A pond, a stream,
A ditch will do
If there is water.

As long as there are
Fish, frogs, crawdads.
Food and freedom.

Bright eye,
Long, strong bill,
Perfect little predator.

In flight at dusk
Your harsh cry thrills
With prehistoric power.

© 2002 Clara Blair