King of the River

Many a mile of waterway – rivers, canals or coastal bay –
We cruise before we seldom see that brilliant bird of mystery; Arrowing across a stream, fulfilling any watcher’s dream…
Triumphantly I cross the sighting off my bucket list;
My lifted spirits feel like Luck has kissed.

But from a minnow’s point of view
That flash of iridescent blue
Gives insufficient time to flee –
So it becomes the fisher’s tea!

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