mysterious-river
poems and images by Pete Simpson
Tuesday, August 9, 2016
Usk at Brecon
The kingfisher
Streaked colourfully
Past me
As I stood in the middle
Of the river -
And sat in a tree watching
Me intently.
It must have thought -
That old heron
Will never catch fish that way !
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