Lakeside

I was here
Not much less
Than a year ago
And it seems my memories
Have brought them back
Perhaps the same two adult ducks
Or maybe last years ducklings
All grown up
Approaching me from the same lake
At exactly the same bench
Looking for a handout
Or just to entertain me
With that curious walk
For a few moments
While talking to one another
My attempts to communicate
Were all futile
Until I rustled some paper accidentally
Trying to reach into my book bag
They understood that
It was a lunch bag
There were getting fed
Only it wasn't
If I were those ducks
I would have bit me
But they were nice
They just left
For another swim