(Thanks to Harry Ainsworth for this great photo of a perched–not hovering–Kingfisher as he peers into a nearby pool–no blinking, well, he could be blinking, but he’s very very still.)
Sight of a Belted Kingfisher hovering
before it plunges headfirst into the brook to catch a fish
triggers stillness in me.
This bird’s “origin” story: Halcyone jumps into the sea, turns into a kingfisher,
weaves a floating nest, and charms the waves into calmness.
But then I hear BK’s rattling cry
and watch it pound its prey to death on a bridge railing perch,
and I realize
deadly rip currents run under smooth waters.