Photo by John Hess, Brawley Creek Photography
The chiseling call of the Kingfisher
skims the glassy creek below.
She sweeps across her shimmering pantry,
darting in the joy of her design.
I pause and bow,
as a thousand shining rocks applaud my passing,
thankful for my design; for ears and eyes
to witness the work of the Kingfisher.
Ozarkmountainhiker 