Opportuneness

In the wintry months
The need is there
For the wild birds to take flight
The Kingfishers they stay here
And it isnt always bright
The rivers do get murky
Frozen over thats the test
Thats when they have to seize the chance
When The wider net is best

Its about self existence
To motivate and fly
Historicity will remind them
They can easily die
They have to eat least
Half of their body weight each day
And that can really test their skills
In a thought provoking way

The brutal facts are out there
What theu have to do
Is fly off to the sea side
To RAmsagte yea its true
Where the sea and harbour is
Go and catch their meal
Sitting on the rocks there
All of that is real

The rock pools are abundant
With shrimp and crabs galore
Scratcing in the sand they are
On the old sea shore
Sitting on a breakwater
One eye on the pool
Locked into the passion
Ready to quit school

This is really in their face
Their judgement has to be
Top knotch when they dive
They really have to see
Whatever they are after
And catch it in one swoop
In an out without a doubt
Converting it to soup

They really need to cogitate
Its telepathy
They see the water quiver
And the leap must generally
Correspond with something
Movement down below
An up again into the air
With a mouthful now on show

Its painstaking behaviour
In probability
Every chance is a sporting chance
Fish thats wild and free
And fresh and full of nutrients
Its what kingfishers need
To get them through a winter
So that they succeed

Ramsgate and the daily tides
Is a regular store
Of goodies a real bounty
And theres more and more
In the surf the fresh shrimps ply
There is reasoning to make the trip
It took judgement which was high

Flying here and flying there
On the boats one can
Eat the bigger fish a while
If it, all goes to plan
Its ingenious behaviour
From a tiny river bird
Romantic and rhapsodical
If a little bit absurd