A Kingfisher On A Dead Tree

on a glass pond
a dead tree stands
perched is a kingfisher
on one of its weak twigs

i sit alone on a
rock thinking about nothing
i must have been lost
this day

blue wings and some
white feathers on the neck
black sharp beak
the kingfisher looks at me

a leaf falls on the glass pond
the eyes of the kingfisher
and my eyes ride on the ripple
like small paper boats
going nowhere

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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