Kingfisher - Wolf People

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