The fish listened intently to what the frogs had to say, as well as to the trees who would gossip about those who walked underneath them as they’d sway
the whole park seemed to just chatter astray
it was laughter the wind sought after to carry 
away from those playing croquet 
and it was to my dismay I lay alone on a Friday in the park by the highway near the river by a railway in addition to an exiting pathway 

so many ways to leave on that day 
but I chose to stay with a melancholy delay