Kingfisher Ist April on the Crane.
Clouds c.Sammi Macqueen 2019
Cloud faces passing before my eyes
Angels and demons in the endless skies
Sweet nature images soothe my soul and
Dreams of far away places
Call me home
Light Pollution c. Geoff Francis 2019
The Bat and The Kingfisher c.U.Runde 2017
The Bat and The Kingfisher fled to sea in a beautiful nut-brown boat
They took a fox and a duck, a robin for luck, and a wren and a hedgehog too.
The Bat looked up to the stars above and sang to a small guitar:
"Oh Kingfisher, Kingfisher! What shall we do?
We cannot stay where we are, where we are, where we are
We cannot stay where we are.
The Kingfisher said to The Bat, "Don't Fret". There must be a place we can go.
A place safe and free for you and for me." "For us all said The Fox and I know
where to find it, there's a river behind it, lined with trees and with meadows, Let's Row!"
So they rowed away for a year and a day to the land where the River Crane flows
Where it flows, where it flows. To the land where the River Crane flows.
When they came to the Thames they saw on its banks big houses and motorways too.
"oh Fox!" they all cried, "this doesn't look right!" "Be patient and we will pull through"
And they kept rowing without ever slowing till they found where they wanted to be.
And drinking champagne with the Folks of the Crane
They knew they were safe now and free, and free and free.
IN THE RIVER CRANE SANCTUARY.
(c.Ula Runde 2017)