Watching ducks feed in a park.
Feeding ducks
One day while seating in the park
I was feeding ducks
No drama just rest and enjoying the flock
Some of the ducks were more aggressive and did not want to share
While others just walk around and did not seem to care
They move towards me when they knew I had food
They knew I would not chase them or spoil their mood
Their colors were white, gray and even brown
Life must be nice for a duck when food is around
None of them left or took to flight
Until the food was all gone or while it was still light
Once the food was gone they quickly move on their way
There is more food to come another day
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