the sparrow flits
from branch to branch
on the slow moving canal
behind the industrial park
that looks much the same
as every other industrial park
in this rundown section
of the ass end of the city
the mallard dives
i am unsure for what
unsure if he is aware of why
but he dives on repeat
into the icy waters
under the quizzical glare
of the heron who stands
somewhat indignant
as the ducks form a circle
to watch the mallard dive
concentric rings
on the placid water while the sparrow flits
from branch to branch
as the sun sits
pouting
behind the clouds