The branch reaches down towards the stream,
Cool, clear and translucent.
All is silent save for gurgling and soft splashing
As the wavelets pass obstacles in their course.
A peaceful, serene and tranquil scene.
A flash of red, a dash of green,
A streak of colour, bright as paint,
A bird alights back on the branch,
Water dripping from his wings.
And in his beak a small fish wriggles.
With a stretch of his neck, the fish has gone,
Swallowed whole, while the bird sits still,
Motionless, as the keen eyes scan the water.
A frozen image of a hunter seeking out his prey
While the fish, unaware, continue to play.