The Hungry Kingfisher

There was blue advocate flying happily
Flicking fish on to rocks to be enjoyed
Flying elegantly with its wings wide
Its beak always kept clean by water

Now it had a tale of its own
The tale of its kin in feather
The kin's tale was a happy one
Happy in many ways but one

But lets ignore the one for now
For its flying past with its white
Its white chest kept clean always
Beaks a moving for the joy of all

The sounds of the morning are glorious
The fish are swimming in shoals
The king came flying down quickly
The fish swam and swam but one was lost

The father had caught the lonely one
The lonely one was dropped on a rock
Impaling it and then it was finished
Not by the father but the red fiend

The fisher went to the river for another
The river would not provide the fisher
Rather the fisher would be doomed
Doomed to another who's like him

This golden predator had caught it
Now it would live for a while more
But the king has now passed away
Feathers blue of royal shade gone

So silence has wrought one more
Yet past has asked for far more
But future has slowed the thirst
Present will have to provide