Afternoon With The Ducks

I sat down on old wooden bench
In the park one scorching, sizzling summer day
It was hot It was humid
I decided to write anyway
 
Angry thoughts in my mind
Feelings of frustration
I needed to unwind
 
As I worked on a scene from my imaginary play
The intensity of my thoughts drifted away
 
I looked up from my yellow notebook
A pair of Ducks approached me
I had to take a second look
 
What an odd pair of Mallards
Bobbing green beaks flapping gray wings
Quacking  in unison
Sounded like they were trying to sing
 
This fowl twosome were quite entertaining
I no longer felt the need for complaining
So if you feel your life is in flux
Spend an afternoon with the Ducks