For years I’ve seen a pair of ducks
In
front of a fountain close by.
They
swim or sit and those who notice
Likely
wonder why.
The
fount’s in the front of a building;
Pedestrians
pass night and day
And
the street’s filled with traffic and noises,
Which
you’d think would just scare them away.
In
addition, this year there’s construction,
With
drilling and scaffolds and nets.
For
some ducks maybe raising a family,
It’s
as stressful as city life gets.
Yet
this morning, my duck friends were waiting,
As
indifferent as creatures can be.
Their
return was, to them, nothing special,
But
it sure brought some smiles to me.
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