Otters, Grapes, and WhoBuiltTheArk

I've been watchin' the birds all lined in a row Side by side with the otters down below Under currents that flow gentle and slow There's a rhythm to life where the river bends Pigeons roost where the weeping willows sway Otters play where the river meets the day Now Noah's at home with his headset tight Jumps from the Battle Bus into the fight Buildin' forts out of sight, under the pale moonlight In a digital world where he's king of the trend But he dreams of the wild where real life blends Of a river's peace at the day's amends Do You Like Pizza with his sub count high Streams all night under the neon sky Hockey Puck checks the score, it's a tie In a world of screens, they find their friends Chatting loud in the virtual space They bond over games at a tireless pace There's a duck on the walk, always roams alone Asking passersby in a hopeful tone "Got any grapes?" he quacks with a glance He waddles away with his orange feet dance In the corner store, by the old park lake Quacking at strangers, whatever it takes