I sat down on a 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