Kingfisher

The first thing I did spot Was its shiny, blue bot (tom) Which my attention drew As next to us it flew

Then, briefly, it did stop On a wooden fence top Thus, we both could be sure Of what we thought we saw

Such a beautiful sight With feathers coloured, bright Yet surprisingly small Less than eight inches tall

Sadly, I got no pic For it was far too quick There it was, gone again Just like a tiny plane?

Swooping down to the stream No longer to be seen Except in my mind’s eye – Didn’t even say bye!