A dull day in December -

why am I going

for a swim in the river?

Why go from grey, cold and wet

into brown, cold and wetter?

Where’s the joy in that?

It is the winter solstice

and I feel lucky.

What could be my wish?

A kingfisher would be good,

an otter even better,

both if I could!

So, as I fight the flow,

who should fly by

but a kingfisher low!