Every day I saw them flying Hear them screaming Cursed their noisy presence Resented the danger they presented to my wards The baby fish that I was charged with One tourist commented that "Kingfishers sure are beautiful birds" I agreed solemnly but privately I didn't agree at all Didn't see any beauty in their black and white feathers Didn't hear it in their coarse shrieks Then today Breaking the hush of the summer day As the bird waits for prey