A Couple of Ducks

In front of a building I pass every day,

A couple of ducks do reside.

There’s a trough filled with water and fountains and plants

So there’s room both to swim and to hide.

 

Most mornings, they’re sleeping, their heads nestled down

With their beaks neatly tucked ‘neath their wings,

Maybe dreaming of places less urban to live

Or just waiting for what the day brings.

 

Few passersby notice or give them a glance

But each time that they come into view,

I can’t help it – I smile at the lovely surprise

That two ducks live on York Avenue.