Kingfishers, skimming,

ringing round lilies, crimping their foily edges,

snapping flies, exchanging cries,
sweeping across the wind;

waving feathered handlike beaters,

pushing, keeping
afloat in the air,
borne on the wind;

a hovering dive, streaking comet aimed

at a meal below the silver ripply
live sweet-whispering murmuring surface
of the flowing water;

a piercing with the sharp spearhead,

opened, slitted, to grasp at the bottom
of its fevered, graceful, swooping
POUNCE!