Duck Duck Goose
I thought I was doing a good deed when the ducks I began to feed. Now there's too much quacking, in ducks I'm not lacking. When sitting outside in a chair, suddenly there's ducks everywhere. There brown bodies with hints of green just keep coming out of the stream. They follow me near and far. I can barely get into my car. I guess I was stupid, at least that's my excuse. It's time to play duck duck goose.
Copyright © Nancy Kaufman | Year Posted 2020
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