Kingfisher wont leave the branch staring upon the pond,
Constant with looking sharp at the watery crust invisible.
Hunger kept it awake till the midnight and the day alike,
Heralds the breaking dawn with noisy shrills and wings flapping
As if prophesying the triumph of concentrating beings in earth .
The vast spread sheet of watery extent like the the pages open
Containing the chain of fishy hypothesis on perpetual critical roaming.
Kingfisher only knows where to dive to prowl upon the hunted,
Failing never in master move aiming the silver mysteries accurate,
Meditating self that can decipher the nature aquarium in depth.
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