The Kingfisher
A kingfisher sat on a flagpole slim,
And watched for a fish till his eye was dim.
“I wonder,” said he, “if the fishes know
That I, their enemy, love them so!
I sit and watch and blink my eye
And watch for fish and passersby;
I must occasionally take to wing
On account of the stones that past me sing.
* * *
“I nearly always work alone;
For past experience has shown
That I can’t gather something to eat,
And visit my neighbor across the street.
So whether I’m fishing early or late,
I usually work without a mate,
Since I can’t visit and watch my game;
For fishing’s my business, and Fisher’s my name.
Maybe by watching, from day to day,
My life and habits in every way,
You might be taught a lesson or two
That all through life might profit you;
Or, if you only closely look,
This sketch may prove an open book,
And teach a lesson you should learn.
Look closely, and you will discern.”