They come in flying over the waters
A bullet shot to land amidst
A flock ready at the feeding station
Visitors, generous and kind, come with corn
A happy feeding time.
The Lake isn’t large nor exceptionally clean
Yet it serves a purpose as a waterfront
In a University Campus
They flap and flip, twist and turn
All eager, looking upwards and
Ducking for the thrown crumbs
With competition high on food and
Eager with fewer sources for so many
On the muddy waters.
Yet a few are unconcerned on their way
Padding and quietly content.
Greed is everywhere, and it’s inbuilt
The appreciation for food, old and new
The evening sun is a glitter on the ripples
Caused by the flapping and flipping
Of a dozen huddling and more
Waves they create with every movement
Yet do all register in the watery space
Of vibrations, merging and quelling
A child is feeding and having his game
With them to see them chase.