Chug-Chug-Chugging

A little Coast Guard boat just now Went chug-chug-chugging by. It left behind a wake, above which Seagulls like to fly. Aside from that, the river’s calm With not a tug in sight, Although a ferry might come soon, Their schedule kept tight. It’s chilly so the benches are Unoccupied as well, But since the sun is shining, I’ve been captured by its spell. I’m happy to be out here As I sit and write this poem, Knowing when I’m cold or hungry, In five minutes I’ll be home.