is going duck hunting today.
he spent all last
week in the woods
building a blind
so that he can
hide himself.
he has
on his camouflage
outfit,
hat and mask,
gloves, boots.
a knife at his side
and a duck whistle in
his mouth.
he's carrying out his long
barrel
weapons,
canteens full of water,
a cooler
of sandwiches.
he puts his dogs
in back of his truck, then
kisses his wife
goodbye,
she wishes him luck.
tells him
to be careful with
those mean
old ducks. don't let
them bite you.
i want to yell out the window
and tell him
that Safeway sells duck
meat now.
but figure what's the point.
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