O crows circling over my head and cawing! <br />I admit to being, at times, <br />Suddenly, and without the slightest warning, <br />Exceedingly happy. <br /> <br />On a morning otherwise sunless, <br />Strolling arm in arm <br />Past some gallows-shaped trees <br />With my dear Helen, <br />Who is also a strange bird, <br /> <br />With a feeling of being summoned <br />Urgently, but by a most gracious invitation <br />To breakfast on slices of watermelon <br />In the company of naked gods and goddesses <br />On a patch of last night's snow.<br /><br />Charles Simic<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/heights-of-folly/
