Little duck, little duck.
Have a lovely day.
Waiting for your food to eat
as children come and play.
Passing dogs with walkers bark
The ducks remain unscathed.
Quacking out their nature’s song
while girl on phone in language unknown.
Their prayer, the ducks sing brightly
An adult shouts close by.
Going past a cemetery
in Orpington Priory Gardens.
The man with crane in hand
as the dogs bark and the swans flutter
like graceful ballerinas.
In this small swan lake where ducks and geese drink and eat
From nature’s wondrous wine
From the lake’s tranquil blanket
where neither duck nor swan pines.
Never wanting, always given by
God who generously delivers all the time.