Where you go to feed the ducks, or a place you might take your friend that barks.

An island of survival But not one of land Where all animals go Amidst scorched sands

What’s an opposite of girl, next to the opposite of ma’am? Swap their vowels both to ‘E’ Old, Faithful, geothermal land.

I’m outside, yet I’m not free. I’m inside, yet I touch the sky. Walls keep me company, but a roof won’t stay nearby. Footsteps echo where I lie what am I?

I move with the moon, always a moment away from creating destruction.