Smaller Horizons

Do they dream of vast oceans, of soaring sea-raised mountains of wave upon wave of rolling aqueous seascapes? The little brown ducks show no such inclination. They dabble and diddle about gently pecking at moments meandering from here to there on the silky green grass banks of a shallow pond. The in-land gulls that descend flat-footed on the lush lawns squawk loudly of the salty life far from the safety of city parks, but the ducks just nibble and squabble - paddle over their petty hours and if they ever ponder the infinity of space and time they peck at that thought until it drowns in a single drop of water shaken from a dismissive feathered tail.