The Duck is Mocking Me… Again.
Sometimes I wake up with weird things in my head. The other morning it was a poem. I’m not sure why, only that the sounds of the neighbor’s duck pulled me from my blissful slumber. Also, I think it means I need to get out more.
The duck is mocking me again,
Trumpeting his freedom through the morning fence,
Another day of sun and wind and sky and earth,
As I roll out of bed at his joyous bell,
And shut the window.