The Creatures of the City
Two ducks stand on the promenade
Before the break of day.
I never used to see them
When things weren’t quite this way.
But now they’re waiting when I walk,
A female and her mate,
Surprised, perhaps, that no one’s there
Who might intimidate.
My husband sees a fat raccoon
Just blocks from Central Park,
Not often found on city streets,
Though it was still quite dark.
The creatures of the city now
Must surely be confused
Without the bustling folks with which
Their lives have been infused.
And so they venture out to see
Where everyone has gone
And likely join us, wond’ring
What the hell is going on.
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