Here is a poem I wrote yesterday.

My Pond
Little ducklings, branded as such with U of O nametags waddle through my pond
They are squished in teenage defiance between goose and gander, mother and father
They preen in preparation for and in prefiguration of, the Freshman hookup
They squawk and quack and billow at their rivals
Sensing danger a mother looks up her wings outspread, her feathers ruffled
There I am watching their little gaggle ooing and aaahing at Mac Court
I am in the graveyard, with the squirrels and the gravestones and the pen
Looking back, at my pond