For half an hour or more
The short tailed dipper
Rapidly flew, low but
Direct, along a medium
Stretch of the river;
Interspersed with moments
Of swimming on or under
The crystal flow, while
Feeding on the river bed...
Sturdy legged on little rocks;
Singing with short, high, grating
And explosive notes, with a
Scatter of liquid warbling.
A solitary plunger into rapid
Streams prefaced with a short
'Zit' or metallic 'clink'...
This wren shaped bird garners
My attention, as motionless I
Observe from an old river bridge.
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