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.
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