Kingfisher

I saw Kingfisher this morning

It was

The first time this year.

Him

Or

Her,

Darting over the stream;

A flash

Of

Iridescent

Blue.

And

Gone.

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fredacolley says:

March 23, 2019 at 5:45 pm

Short and sweet! How lucky to see the kingfisher! Love ‘darting over the stream ‘ and ‘ iridescent ‘ and then so quickly gone. Great image of flash of movement and colour.

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- rodkersh1948 says:
  
  March 23, 2019 at 5:52 pm
  
  Thanks. It was a wonderful moment. Pleased I could share!
  
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