Unerring Hunter

A kingfisher waits.
Still. Focused. Unhurried.
Not by instinct alone —
but guided by something deeper.

It does not rush.
It does not guess.
It simply waits
for the right moment.
Then it strikes.

Unerring. Unfailing.
Never missing the mark.
This is the fruit of stillness —
of trusting what the eye cannot fully see,
of moving only when it is time.