He floats aimlessly
Around his island
In search of home?
I sit writing in my gloves
I found this new spot today. Perfect.
The water tickles the trees bare
Swirling round the land
All is calm yet
The wind fights all
Mr Duck has gone now
But I know I'll be here again
Soon
To feed him
Offers of love
I seek only kind friendship
Is all
Of yet
Bread goes stale in my
Crumb filled pocket
Mr Green is only ever
Seen with his green veiled
Dog.
I see him again behind the leaves
And hope he sees me
With any luck
I may fall in love
With this fine blue
Collared duck.
ShayCrinkle 2016
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