blue, i take a walk up to the lake
with a bag
of bread.
i lean over the rail
and throw out large pieces
to the ducks
and geese
floating by.
i'm generous
with the bread.
in short time the bag is empty.
so they fly
away.
all but one.
she follows me home.
waddling
behind me.
she senses my despair
and doesn't want me to be alone.
a sentimental
tear comes to my eye,
but maybe, i think,
she believes that
i have more bread
at home.
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