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In that glistening azure pond
I had a favorite
A duck
I called
Tawnablu

A quacker kind of
Bird
Recognizable by the
Aquamarine
Feathers
Atop her bobbing head
She swam aloof from
The rest

And refused all bread
Crumbs
Thrown her way
Even the finest bits
Collected from week old
French bread

Leftovers from the
Bakery
Down the road
The one managed by a
Croatian
Kick boxer from the Bronx
The one that
Refused entry to
Shirtless
Skateboarding
Teens
But kindly gave me
All the crusty crumbs I
Could bag
For my
Duck feeding
Addiction

And I am not embarrassed
Not so macho
To say
I loved that duck
My Tawnablu
In ways I can never
Describe

But let me try
To put my affection
Into words

Just this once:

Tawnablu, my pretty Canard
Quacking so hard
I want to ride your back
Down a stream
Without end

Tawnablu, my epic Canard
Quacking so hard
Take me, wild beauty
All the way to
Duck Heaven