Blue Kingfisher Blues

The kingfisher perched high on a casuarina branch

Walking along the beach at the sea front

My feet would sink in the soft loose sand

It slows me down

Making  me stop and stand and look around

There perched on the kasuari branch

I have seen many a time

A bird glowing blue shone by the morning sun

Sometimes you appear without a sound

Sometimes your shrieking can reach the ground

I know, you are calling a friend

I hope to meet up with more of your kind

Then you would disappear, flying away at lightning speed

Though doubting your coming back , I would still patiently wait

And as my patience is running thin

There you unexpectedly soon come again

Ah . . . you are back alone without companion

Though you keep calling with your piercing sound
And a mouthful to share to bait attraction

No one seems to pay any attention

It is okey friend

Here I am . . .

The Kingfisher