Little Ducky
little ducky
here i am
submerged in my thoughts
about a lone duck in a pond
first, why is she by herself
second, why didn't she eat the rice,
or bread
i think,
i think
what a life
what a habitat
... here she is in a pond,
with a waterfall,
mind you
on the grounds of a hotel
can it be so bad?
or is this not a safe haven,
sheltered from the elements
harms way, predators
obviously this is the good life
or is it?
i look at the duck,
so content
in it's own little world
swimming in circles
without a quack, or playmate
it was like looking in the mirror
i see workers leaving food
how nice
what got me is little duckie
is so human
in the pond i see leftover bread,
rice,noodles,crackers
all snacks that workers brought
i see duckie ignoring the usual foods
and swims over to the rock that held a black donut
yes little duckie going for the sweets
i don't blame her
you only live once
... in one nibble she eats half
uncanny, just like me
chew her food?
nope
it was like ... gulp ...
uncanny, just like me
... uncanny i found a moment
in time that touches my heart
it feels good
connie pachecho
3/18/17
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