A Halcyon Vision
A kingfisher like a galaxy,
We only see where he used to be –
A flash of white, a swirl of red,
But when we look again, he’s fled.
Searching with a lens, or two,
He’s there, he’s gone, a cloud of blue –
We scan the verge where the sparkles play,
As he dances in and out of the Milky Way.
Rhyming Couplets 