A kingfisher darts downward, fervently, across the twilight canvas. Smooth muscles and pure instinct cause few waves to be created as he poaches his third meal today. Whacked against the perch, the powerless minnow withers into non-existence - much like my dreams being descaled indoors by the weary fishwife at the dining table.
Adam Thomas
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