feed something
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(for Dad, who knew how to conjure fun from thin air)
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the ducks, always the ducks
sometimes squirrels
or pigeons
or gulls
sometimes swans
so graceful
with gentle beaks
with black feet
with mystical eyes
but the ducks
that's what i remember most
at lakes and ponds
at roadside stops
quacking and waddling
shaking their tail-feathers
always looking for a meal
-
azuki lynn








