The Kingfisher

Through my life
I have searched for you,
Illusive Kingfisher bird.
Because you are so rare,
I prefer to think that it is the sparkling blue beauty
that I so long to share.

A glimpse I yearn for,
before you dart away.
To dive and dip, for another feast.
So swift, sharp, with a foaming splash.

It needs a gentle step or stalk,
A watchful attentive peer,
through leaves on golden woodland walks,
or in green dingle glades you appear.

Patience is a virtue for those that hold,
in stark contrast to desire.
And those who wait patiently,
will they ever tire?

Or perhaps that bird,
in making haste,
sped off to another roost.
A comfort haven, for safeties sake?