A Walk In The Park

I took my grandson to the park
so he could shared in the beauty of nature,
a slow stroll amid the fauna and the lake’s scenic splendor,
and let him learn to enjoy the feathered creatures there.

So we stopped at the water’s edge,
his two year old finger pointing at the birds,
shouting in his cute thrilled voice, “see ducks, ooh see ducks.”

How do you explain a goose from a duck to his mind?
Gave up trying as we walked along the shore,
trying to get him to understand
that wino passed out under a tree was not a park ranger.

Still did love his excitement over all those fowl,
although hearing “see ducks” fifty times did lose its luster,
happy to get him to be entertained
with something natural and not a cartoon,
our little journey gave his mind plenty of distraction.

When he got home with that souvenir feather off the ground
it was a trophy of which he sure proud.
Later we had chicken for dinner,
glad he wasn’t old enough to ask if it was the duck’s cousins.