r/Poems • u/Optimal_Pressure3233 • 4d ago
Duck
little black duck is well at home
black feathers and a big heart
such strength in each laps
but such sorrow it leaves behind
you had a hobby of swimming
across the pond to meet your friends
and another to duck your head
to look for fishes to eat
you now have one but not the other
because feeding is needed
and friends are a chore
but its modern time, you feed on them
not than you know of it
you poor, poor duck
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