She is gone.
All that remains the kingfisher colourflash.
And the song of the swan in the silence.
She is gone.
All that remains the kingfisher colourflash.
And the song of the swan in the silence.
Look at the kingfisher. Don’t photograph it, don’t call your friends about it, don’t drop your phone as you try to snap or call about it, just look at it. There it is. There it is in front of you, there. It’s a kingfisher, there, for you. Look at it. Our eyes are not wide enough, our minds are not deep enough, to understand the sight of a kingfisher. So just look.