Fountain Delight
While out upon my daily walk
I had to stop and simply gawk
At something that looked out of place
In such a busy urban space.
A building that I always pass,
A huge one, made of brick and glass,
Has, in the driveway, lovely plants
And spouting fountain, to enhance.
Occasionally, pigeons land
And in the water, they do stand
To drink or take a little bath
Before they hop back on their path.
Today, though, they had company,
A sight the neighbors rarely see,
For strutting there, with lots of pluck,
Next to the pigeons was a duck.
I can’t imagine whence it came;
The pigeons might have thought the same,
But in New York this rule applies –
Let nothing take you by surprise.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2017
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