Mr. Kingfisher sat in his usual place on that branch
in that same old fallen tree hanging out over the creek
at the bend where the two creeks come together.
I know now to look for him there and I usually do find him.
I feel now that I’m seeing the face of a familiar stranger
one to whom I might say Hello or Lovely morning, isn’t it?
smiling and going on by, each of us enlarged just a bit by virtue
of having had a pleasant interaction, each of us leftÂ
to our own company and devices. I do believe it is the
tiny pleasantry that makes for a lovely morning, whether
with bird, beast or human.
