Take Me To Duck Heaven

In that glistening azure pond I had a favorite A duck I called Tawnablu A quacker kind of Bird Recognizable by the Aquamarine Feathers Atop her bobbing head She swam aloof from The rest And refused all bread Crumbs Thrown her way Even the finest bits Collected from week old French bread Leftovers from the Bakery Down the road The one managed by a Croatian Kick boxer from the Bronx The one that Refused entry to Shirtless Skateboarding Teens But kindly gave me All the crusty crumbs I Could bag For my Duck feeding Addiction And I am not embarrassed Not so macho To say I loved that duck My Tawnablu In ways I can never Describe But let me try To put my affection Into words Just this once: Tawnablu, my pretty Canard Quacking so hard I want to ride your back Down a stream Without end Tawnablu, my epic Canard Quacking so hard Take me, wild beauty All the way to Duck Heaven