A SPECIAL CHRISTMAS VISITOR
Posted: Tue Dec 27, 2011 8:23 am
A SPECIAL CHRISTMAS VISITOR
There are some things that are sacred and there are some things quite rare.
Some things are freely given – others cost to our despair.
Some things we take for granted whilst for others we show care
but the best things I have found in life are free.
Every morning we are given a free visual display.
The sun rising to blue skies marks the start of a new day
and at sun set she departs the stage and Miss Moon shows the way
and the ring seats to this bright light show are free.
When the mood is dark and stormy and we hear the cymbal crash
of the thunder, and the lightning strikes a bright and lively dash,
we are startled by the noise and by the incandescent flash -
if there’s damage caused though this show won’t be free.
But today here in my garden on my trusty old Hills hoist
sat a blue Kingfisher Sacred – though I never heard her voice
but her colours were resplendent – they’d be my colours of choice
and she showed them off exclusively for me.
Her breast was fawn, feathered and layered. This girls was trés chic
and her wings like jewelled turquoise iridescent and unique
Her head jet black, so glossy, like her elongated beak.
A fashion display was performed just for me.
She held within her beak a lizard fresh caught from the grass
which unfortunately meant the lizards time had come to pass.
Her manners were impeccable – she ate her meal with class
but did not extend an invite out to me.
But she let me take her picture, before she flew away,
I have never seen her here before – or witnessed her display.
I feel privileged. The Sacred Kingfisher – a shy but bright ballet
and like the best in life the price to it was free.
Maureen Clifford © 12/11
There are some things that are sacred and there are some things quite rare.
Some things are freely given – others cost to our despair.
Some things we take for granted whilst for others we show care
but the best things I have found in life are free.
Every morning we are given a free visual display.
The sun rising to blue skies marks the start of a new day
and at sun set she departs the stage and Miss Moon shows the way
and the ring seats to this bright light show are free.
When the mood is dark and stormy and we hear the cymbal crash
of the thunder, and the lightning strikes a bright and lively dash,
we are startled by the noise and by the incandescent flash -
if there’s damage caused though this show won’t be free.
But today here in my garden on my trusty old Hills hoist
sat a blue Kingfisher Sacred – though I never heard her voice
but her colours were resplendent – they’d be my colours of choice
and she showed them off exclusively for me.
Her breast was fawn, feathered and layered. This girls was trés chic
and her wings like jewelled turquoise iridescent and unique
Her head jet black, so glossy, like her elongated beak.
A fashion display was performed just for me.
She held within her beak a lizard fresh caught from the grass
which unfortunately meant the lizards time had come to pass.
Her manners were impeccable – she ate her meal with class
but did not extend an invite out to me.
But she let me take her picture, before she flew away,
I have never seen her here before – or witnessed her display.
I feel privileged. The Sacred Kingfisher – a shy but bright ballet
and like the best in life the price to it was free.
Maureen Clifford © 12/11