A Walk in the Park
A Walk in the Park
by Danny C. Wash
It’s Sunday in the park and its fifty-five degrees.
The sun is shining brightly with a very light breeze.
The November leaves on the path are swirling
around my feet, chasing each other while twirling.
I feel the sunlight’s rays warming my cold body,
like a winter warming fire or a welcome hot toddy.
Up ahead on the path a squirrel is madly digging
in the dirt for a pecan that must have gone missing.
His mate is peering down from a limb of a tree
chattering a loud noise as if to warn him of me.
To my left is a small pond with ducks afloat
and a young couple relaxing in a small boat.
A bench arrives as I walk & I decide on it to sit,
as along comes a young lady looking very fit.
I say “good afternoon” & she does not even reply.
So, I try again thinking she’s perhaps a little shy.
I offer a seat next to me, to which she says “oh, no”
and then I see why, as up walks her very large beau.
Her beau glares at me and asks if I’m bothering her.
She said “no” & I decide to go before he causes a stir,
giving me a broken nose that would be forever bent.
A Sunday walk in the park can be a wonderful event,
unless you ask a lady to sit with you, who has a burly gent.
