This morning, at waterside, a sparrow flew
to a water rock and landed, by error, on the back
of an eider duck, lightly it fluttered off, amused.
The duck, too, was not provoked, but, you might say, was
laughing.
This afternoon a gull sailing over
our house was casually scratching
its stomach of white feathers with one
pink foot as it flew.
Oh Lord, how shining and festive is your gift to us, if we
only look, and see.
–Mary Oliver
