What was once the zoo, is now a park
A lake with bubbling water at its heart
It’s gloriously warm, this day in June
So on its rough-cut lawns are bodies strewn.
A stone’s throw from the Parliament we lie
And watch assorted Eurocrats walk by
From time to time come school kids fresh from class
To continue their revision on the grass.
There are dogs and coots and herons in my view
And playful ducklings waddle two by two
A pair of mounted policemen trot on past
Overtaken by a cyclist, peddling fast.
I observe a constant flow of sandaled feet
Inspired to take advantage of this heat
I make-believe that summer's really here
But Belgium keeps us guessing every year!
(c) Poet in the woods 2013