this earliest dutch morn
i heard birds flying above
sorry, no birds at all
i think they must be ducks
not so big, OK no birds but ducks
they are all so chatty while flying lowest
dunno IF i am wise
they are not in disguise
do i stand
upon a land
or not mine?
is this a dream?
no, not at all
just a real dutch morn
but those ducks flying
are they dutch or from australia?
how can i know about that?
my beloved bought a delicious BBQ duck last eventide
kept me thinking all the night
residents say this duck's home is in our neighbourhood
is this the same duck from that flying formation?
from which country from which nation?
the dutch ducks always fly in formation to the south
i must confide
i could not swallow that bit duck in my mouth....
© Sylvia Frances Chan - All Rights Reserved
Saturday 19 September 2020
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