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