in a row of ducks there was a
March 26, 2011
in a row of ducks there was a
chuckle
i don’t know what kind of joke
passes between ducks.
do you?
is it bathroom humor
when you don’t actually go into a bathroom?
was it smarter than that?
was it a nervous laugh?
was there a duck who called
himself a poet or an artist
or perhaps shared his big news?
or revealed his crush on the duck on the end?
hard to say.
don’t speak duck.
barely speak english.
barely paying attention to much of anything
save for chuckling ducks.
but i do know that if you merry gentlemen and ladies
wanted to dress up in feathers
i would be the jester
if we needed one.
i would be the fool.
i would be the artist.
the idiot.
the charlatan.
the pretentious.
the smiling.
shameless.
i would find a way to turn my beak and kiss you all.
maybe not a slobbery kind.
maybe.
but in this line up, i’ll admit i love you all.
you buttheads.
you merry duckly highlights saving my life,
one magical v-formation at a time.
m.
