Creek For Beak Poem by Ima Ryma

Belted kingfisher, humans call
When I have caught their ear and eye.
I guess humans have to name all
Things, I really am not sure why.
I'm used to human come and go.
Most all us birds are used to that,
And sadly we have come to know
Humans mess up the habitat.
But right now my attention is
Focused entirely on a creek.
I'm engaged in my fishing biz,
And the perfect fish I do seek.

It's all by natural design,
Soon that perfect fish will be mine.