An aqua monarch
dines on fish
when featured fresh, his favorite dish.
He makes a dive to catch them live
and thus fulfills his belly's wish.
So near the sea the fishers thrive,
admidst sea rushes, kelp and chives.
Aloft in air, without a care,
they fetch fresh tuna for their wives.
But still, their lives are far from fair -
they have to build their houses there;
but come the dawn, the house is gone!
There's no good place to place their lair.
'Twixt air and sea a helpless pawn;
there's nothing sure to build it on.
It tips amiss with every swish,
the nest of hapless Halcyon.