I came across W.H Davies poem the kingfisher. So it goes like this:
“A beautiful bird lives around our place
it was the Rainbow gave thee birth,
And left thee all her lovely hues;
And, as her mother’s name was Tears,
So runs it in my blood to choose
For haunts the lonely pools, and keep
In company with trees that weep.
Go you and, with such glorious hues,
Live with proud peacocks in green parks;
On lawns as smooth as shining glass,
Let every feather show its marks;
Get thee on boughs and clap thy wings
Before the windows of proud kings.
Nay, lovely Bird, thou art not vain;
Thou hast no proud, ambitious mind;
I also love a quiet place
That’s green, away from all mankind;
A lonely pool, and let a tree
Sigh with her bosom over me.”
Beautifully written and portrays his thought about the bird. So when someone names kingfisher to me the following thought comes to me. Not rhyming but this is what i wrote about the popular bird!
“A beautiful species of bird I came to know
Twelve are found in country; I familiarized with little phoebe though
They pose for me when I try to take snap
Near the streams they normally take the nap.
The five kings I met are
Common, Stork-billed, white-throated, crested and pied
Apart from crested their kingdoms are far and wide.
They are loner; meditating on building or tree
Or is it they looking for fish which I don’t seem to see?
It’s a prayer they do alright
Such composure and peace makes you realize
Yes I learn from them to have dedication in life
But the most of all seeing them just makes me smile.”
it got published in Sanctuary asia cub 2014.
A BBC documentary has been also made including this bird, the link is here listed.
More to come about this beautiful bird in future post of mine.