My Kingfisher

Upon my wall a memory lives on,

An azure kingfisher, up there

The artist now flies on.

A kingfisher, so assured in colour

As was the artist, 

With sister and brother.

A kingfisher, master of fishing

As was he, the artist,

For him, eternally missing.

A kingfisher, a majestic avian, 

'Twas he who kept such beast,

From exotic to Tasmanian. 

A kingfisher, of birds, the finest

But he is gone,

To be with the highest.

A kingfisher wakes at dawn,

But he I miss,

For he is gone.

My memory is of him,

Yet, he never, until the bitter end, sang a hymn.