A Sunny Day

People pass on foot or bike Or skateboard, wheelchair, scooter, While chatting, singing, texting Via iPhone or computer. While in the sky the birds take wing – The pigeons, seagulls, sparrows, A few in pairs as if they’d felt The sting of Cupid’s arrows. Beneath the river, I presume Are lots of local fishes, Which swim and rarely do fulfill The anglers’ fervent wishes. Between the bushes and the trees The squirrels frisk and scurry And sometimes mice or rats join in, But always in a hurry. A sunny day out in the park With life around me teeming; If not for masks on every face, I’d think I might be dreaming.