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If the sacred kingfisher flies, It will frantically flap its wings to The sand of the sea To make this deep curve be a kind of rainbow. Its flight can be like a deep, steady wing that beats The air to fly higher and higher. Its wings seemingly bite the air. So skilled at flying Is the sacred kingfisher And so naturally suited to the sky that It can make this deep curve a kind of rainbow. From that deep curve comes its screams And the bleeding rain, While the bird is frantically flapping its wings To eat its silent prey, And to become a broken-winged bird, That cannot fly Any longer. Poem by Marieta Maglas