I have seen Kingfisher just once
and, even then, it was out of the corner
of my eye. I have a feeling that
Kingfisher has seen me many times
and has often been disappointed in what he saw.
We have different sorts of mirror.
His is made of water which he can
dive straight through. Mine, on the other hand,
is made of glass; get too close to it
and it will shatter.
Copyright © Gordon Meade 2015
This poem will appear in Les Animots: A Human Bestiary by Gordon Meade and Douglas Robertson, due for publication by Cultured Llama Publishing in Autumn 2015.