They flow together like two ducks in the sky, hunting season soon approaches, one will die maybe both, who lives no one knows, the sky is the limit for them, freedom they call it, higher and higher they come down only for food, startle they fly away fast, hunting day comes they dont know, the next minute one falls the the next. Together side by side they die.
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We are all sitting ducks in this day and age. Who knows when our time will come. Enjoyed this poem.