By Josie Whitehead
Look! The afternoon sun sets,
And black, leafless trees throw
Their shadowy reflections into the lake.
Like skeletons they dance and move
As the wind gently teases the water.
Now, trembling they stretch their arms.
See across the dancing water.
Two small blue kingfishers sit
Discussing fishing tactics.
Wisps of cloud float across
The fast fading, darkening, evening sky,
Settling over the moors and rooftops.
Goodnight Sunday . . . .
I enjoyed your company.
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This poem could have been inspired by a scene in many places in the world, but I was inspired to write it one winter afternoon when I looked through my window at the convent and the lake behind my home. I know I'm lucky to have this scene, but I never again remember seeing two kingfishers discussing fishing tactics. It was a one-off as they normally live near to the River Wharfe, down the road from us. I hope I've painted this picture well, with my words of course. Josie