The Last Duck

I just got in from the sweltering heat With anxiety trickling down my feet something kept beckoning me to go for a ride so I obeyed the spirit and went back outside I grabbed my bike and speed down the street Tired exhausted and dead beat I rode under the nearby trees to dodge from the fiery heat I glanced over the nearby bush and something gave me a sudden push Alas the message was sitting inside and the answer was wrapped up underneath the bush I parked my bike and hurried down the hill because I just couldn't keep still something was swirling in the the stagnant pond and it caught my attention A flock of ducks swam towards me looking sad deserted and lonely Their droopy heads swinging to and fro Not knowing which way to go They held down their tired head I really thought that they were dead No cluck no sound they were just swimming around They swam towards me but I had nothing to give them Twenty five ducks swimming without a sound Just disseminating misery all around They swam in line in the middle of the pond looking for somewhere to land They were all heading towards the East But three broke out of the pack before the journey was complete They swam slowly toward me and politely saluted me. Way over the other side something magnificent resides A duck with a different color was hiding under the bush The white duck came out of the bush looking bruised and battered worn out and sad it toddled across the stagnant pond and swam in the opposite direction until it reached dry land I watched it limped out of the water looking confused and ramshackle It limped on the grass towards the West While the others headed East This symbolism was so profound It carries a heavy burden all around The white duck separated from the pack is limping around the globe and spreading melancholy all over.