Afflack
Against a moonlit sky
alone upon the deck
Afflack waddles among the boats
searching for some food to peck.
He’s a fine specimen of a duck
exclusive to our marina
he lost his partner years ago
and pines for her for no good reason.
His lonesome quacks, his grunts and sighs
betray the sadness in his eyes.
I know he truly can remember
his own duck love, his mate forever.
So I make sure to come prepared
to give him food, he is not scared
we’ve formed a friendship, he and I
he's welcomed here, he will not fly...away.
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