Three more lines about ducks
Apr. 20th, 2011 06:33 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
summer_jackelOne mallard flies across a gray morning sky;
that evening, a bufflehead bobs lightly
between slate waves and darkness.
...can you write a poem about a bufflehead and have it taken seriously? I could make it a goldeneye, but the duck in my head is a bufflehead and it doesn't seem right to change it. They are serious small ducks; respect them.
Today was obnoxious, but hey, ducks.
that evening, a bufflehead bobs lightly
between slate waves and darkness.
...can you write a poem about a bufflehead and have it taken seriously? I could make it a goldeneye, but the duck in my head is a bufflehead and it doesn't seem right to change it. They are serious small ducks; respect them.
Today was obnoxious, but hey, ducks.
