Park Calling

The dog’s been swimming in the drink again
The puddles have stilled to thin ice
The swans have sidled silently past me
And the sun’s now just an orange slice.

The darkness is rapidly approaching
The park gates can’t stay open much more
The foot-fall has gone eerily silent
And the night holds secrets in store.

The old heron sits hunched and watching
The parakeets have volume turned high
The woodpecker’s beat starts to echo
And the geese stage a noisy fly-by.

The dog-walk after work threatens weary
The house and the small boy have to wait
The hour though proves sweetly delightful
And on leaving, there’s contentment in state.