A Poem-A-Day Celebration

Poem submission by samcrossman1981

How did you know what you were meant to be?

The Kingfisher said, to his friend in the tree,

I didn’t they said, I was born with this beak,

I can dive really well, for the fish that I seek,

I leap off this branch and with speed and with poise,

I fish for my fish, without making a noise,

The Kingfisher sighed and agreed it’s innate,

But confessed to his friend in the tree, that of late,

Whilst kingfishing, he’s wishing that he’s somewhere else,

Deciding what he wants in life, for himself,

It’s all well and all good, if his family and friends,

Spend their lives, doing just, what their body best lends,

But for him, he can see that although he is built,

as a fishing machine, there’s no feeling of guilt,

When next he wakes up, and he steps from his tree,

He will fly to the heavens, good heavens he’s free.