I watched a Bird Today

I could have been buying toilet paper and ice. Instead, I watched a bird. I watched this black bird flit from garden bed to garden bed, mulberry tree to plum tree. It even sat upon Basil Buddha's head for a moment. I had a book, I had a glass of mint water. Instead, I watched a bird. I watched as it turned it's head to and fro, hopping from tomato plant to hollyhock. To Cosmo and Rasberry patch it lighted.  Softly it landed, swiftly it flew away. This particular bird has been visiting the garden daily. But today, after planting corn and trimming the rosemary and hanging it to dry along the clothesline, I sat and watched this bird. I watched a bird today. Among all of the tasks I tended to today, this task, watching the bird-has been by far, the most satisfying.