A Duck’s Life

oh to be a duck
to softly quack
& not bemoan the lack
of any person place or thing

to nest
& simply KNOW
I’ve done my best
whether paddling around
or waddling
on the ground

life is not a competition
or a theatrical audition

this is it


there is no other

just beyond
or over yonder

past the fence

one pond
one chance

one quack
at staying afloat
by the ones who
rock the boat

©April 2011 by Phyllis J. Hanniver


About pjh95811

I am a writer and poet living in California. I love cats, dogs, nature, poetry, spirituality and the Pacific Ocean.
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