A Sunny Day

People pass on foot or bike

Or skateboard, wheelchair, scooter,

While chatting, singing, texting

Via iPhone or computer.

 

While in the sky the birds take wing –

The pigeons, seagulls, sparrows,

A few in pairs as if they’d felt

The sting of Cupid’s arrows.

 

Beneath the river, I presume

Are lots of local fishes,

Which swim and rarely do fulfill

The anglers’ fervent wishes.

 

Between the bushes and the trees

The squirrels frisk and scurry

And sometimes mice or rats join in,

But always in a hurry.

 

A sunny day out in the park

With life around me teeming;

If not for masks on every face,

I’d think I might be dreaming.