I saw a kingfisher fly
Just feet from where you sat
It didn't even catch your eye
What am I meant to make of that?

Could it be that you are blind
Or overcome with grief?
Something so 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
With swaying palm and gold [?]

But who am I to criticize
As I sit here and eat alone
Be grateful I have sharper eyes
And take this simple blessing home