An Old Duck
On an eerie night a full moon shines bright
Fishers and fish all in rested in bed
Only a long duck paddles through the dark murky waters
He swims and swims until he sees the dock
Tons and tons of beautiful boats resting on the shore
One curious duck hopes onto a boat
What a dazzling sight
The lakes look a lot different now
The old duck never had this perspective
The lake was glistening
But now the moon had risen
And the duck’s time has come
He falls back through the shadows
The shadows of time and space
Old ducks die, baby ducks live
Fishers and fish all in rested in bed
Only a long duck paddles through the dark murky waters
He swims and swims until he sees the dock
Tons and tons of beautiful boats resting on the shore
One curious duck hopes onto a boat
What a dazzling sight
The lakes look a lot different now
The old duck never had this perspective
The lake was glistening
But now the moon had risen
And the duck’s time has come
He falls back through the shadows
The shadows of time and space
Old ducks die, baby ducks live
1 comment:
Thats a good poem I like how you ended it.
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