Roaming with Ducks
26th July 2023

I want to roam with the ducks,
thick green grass laden with dew,
waterways and treescapes,
pathways, pavilions,
a perch with a view.

I want to move unhindered,
fossick for bread,
be a part of the pack,
no boss in my head.

I will move with the mists,
have dawn’s sun gently light my face,
swim swirling with the current,
waddle, quack, live,

…at my pace.



Garden Flowers and Fence,
Surrey, England.

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