More like classical music than mallards

As we came round the promenade’s corner,

Red brick under our feet with ev’ry stride,

We heard classical music coming from

The museum that celebrates science.

It played and paused and started up again.

Our conversation drifted to ponder

The reason—quite possibly two movements.

We also heard music on our return,

This time more upbeat—good motivation.

From the little we heard I made a guess

That it was Copeland’s Appalachian Spring.

Regardless, the music has staying pow’r—  

Heard and recognized by generations.

So different from the two baff’ling ducks

We’d seen during our previous outing.

Two mallards hanging out in a small park  

Without a pond or a stream to be seen.

We’ve only seen them on that section of

Baltimore Street on that singular day.

I do not think we’ll see the ducks again,

Though we’ll pass by the park and promenade

Many times with human staying pow’r.

More like classical music than mallards.