I find myself thinking of such simple pleasures as these,
With feed in hand and ducks abounding.
Hands and hearts are full,
As excitement makes both webbed feet and shoes dance.
How can I not bask in the shrieks of children,
As they watch waddling forms rise as one.
Sleek yet awkward bodies mill about,
Billed faces crying for attention.
All backlit with glowing skies that speak,
Of change that is to come.
Once blazing days of summer seem dull as of late,
Perhaps because of burning fires from afar.
Yet here we are soaking in a cool breeze,
While hooligans, my hooligans, giggle in delight.
Let me revel in this moment a while,
And be content with such simple a task as this.
Laughter and excitement mixed between wandering forms,
As they dive to and fro between land and water.
Michael is a husband, father, writer, poet, and aspiring author. He finds time to scribble down his thoughts in the dead of night, between ghosts and night owls. If you’d like to read more of his poetry follow the link here. Or to visit his full blog, ‘The Ink Owl’ click here.