On My Morning Walk

On the pathway, I noticed a fish

Which a jogger would most likely squish.

Though the river was near

How it got there’s not clear;

For a gull, it would make a nice dish.

 

Later, on the tail end of my walk

On the railing there sat a huge hawk.

People stopped and they stared

But they should be prepared

For each day’s a surprise in New Yawk!