7 thoughts on “Don’t blink”

  1. Very cool is right! Did you know its name or did you have to look it up in a book. I ask because I always have to look birds up in a book. Bird books. They’re all the rage unless you’re a birder. Are you a birder?

    Love the shot! You’re making good use of that new zoomer!

  2. Kingfisher, by Mary Oliver

    The kingfisher rises out of the black wave
    like a blue flower, in his beak
    he carries a silver leaf. I think this is
    the prettiest world — so long as you don’t mind
    a little dying, how could there be a day in your whole life
    that doesn’t have its splash of happiness?
    There are more fish than there are leaves
    on a thousand trees, and anyway the kingfisher
    wasn’t born to think about it, or anything else.
    When the wave snaps shut over his blue head, the water
    remains water–hunger is the only story
    he has ever heard in his life that he could believe.
    I don’t say he’s right. Neither
    do I say he’s wrong. Religiously he swallows the silver leaf
    with its broken red river, and with a rough and easy cry
    I couldn’t rouse out of my thoughtful body
    if my life depended on it, he swings back
    over the bright sea to do the same thing, to do it
    (as I long to do something, anything) perfectly.

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