Quest and Quack

Quest and Quack

While on a quest for peace

I sat beside a brook

And listened to the stream

And got lost in a book

I felt the warm sunshine

The tree against my back

Everything was perfect

And then I heard a quack

I jumped and turned around

my heart was in my throat

and then I saw the little duck

Enjoying a morning float

And it suddenly occurred to me

We both were  on a quest

Me for peaceful solitude

And her, a place to nest