A Dozen Ducklings

A hi-rise building in my nabe,
With fountain out in front,
Was where I saw 12 ducklings
And it wasn’t just a stunt.

For yesterday, I saw a duck
Within the fountain’s pool,
A rare sight in the city,
Where most often pigeons rule.

She must have been preparing
For her brand-new balls of fluff,
Now all lined up by the water,
Not a one quite brave enough.

The city has its wonders
And it perked me up to view,
On my morning walk, 12 ducklings
Huddled on York Avenue.