I saw a kingfisher fly
Just feet from where you sat
It didn't even catch your eye
What am I to make of that
Could it be that you are blind
Or overcome with grief
Some things are heavy on your mind
Such wonder offers no relief
Would you rather it was gold
Placed by a stranger in your hand
A promise to a better life
Swaying in the palm gold sat
But who am I to criticize
As I sit and eat alne
Be grateful I have sharper eyes
Take this simple blessing home
