An Indian Runner ‘Vicar’ Duck is what I am.
I stand up straight so that i can survey the land.
Though I can talk – well quack actually, walk, run and of course swim,
all that I ask is that you take me in.
I am that special breed of duck that has stubby little wings
and when I get excited, I run around and flap those funny looking little things.
The ‘Vicar’ Duck of Bockmer pond is what I want to be
and to have my own congregation of two girls and a boy – that’s a total of three.
If you want to include guinea pigs ‘Twilight’ and ‘Starlight’ then that’s OK.
Life for a duck can sometimes be hard and so I was made that way.
Being and feeling part of your family is all I ever wish to be.
For if I ask one small favour for you to do,
then thank this person that rescued and brought me here to you.
Vicar Duck of Bockmer pond (unassigned and self appointed)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem