About a month ago I sat next to a freshwater lake
I was reading the works of Kierkegaard
As I often do when sitting next to freshwater lakes
Jane was feeding the ducks and geese
Who happily consumed the bread and buns
I felt quite free and not at least anxious
So much that a consumed part of sticky bun
Dropped by a greedy goose
When challenged by a magpie
I was warned of disease
But I was more likely to drown
In a desert that I could not see
I asked Jane for a bottle top
But she did not possess one