My Duck Friends
For years I’ve seen a pair of ducks
In front of a fountain close by.
They swim or sit and those who notice
Likely wonder why.
The fount’s in the front of a building;
Pedestrians pass night and day
And the street’s filled with traffic and noises,
Which you’d think would just scare them away.
In addition, this year there’s construction,
With drilling and scaffolds and nets.
For some ducks maybe raising a family,
It’s as stressful as city life gets.
Yet this morning, my duck friends were waiting,
As indifferent as creatures can be.
Their return was, to them, nothing special,
But it sure brought some smiles to me.
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