THE DUCK ......

was quacking out a tune, pining for 'commeradery'......
for kinship and harmony.......

for in these twilight years......
he had come to realize, full well,
 that ALL OF IT.......
 may have,
IN FACT,
 been 'for naught'......

what had he accomplished in his life really ??

OK.......
he had a very beautifully polished and manicured  BILL...

yes......
at least that......

and his webbed toes were always lacquered 'PINK'....
by the finest duckling salon in the Northeast region.......

all well and good........

but what of his heart ?

had he traded the yearnings of his heart
for a serving of 'escargot' ??
(FACT.........
ducks LOVE to eat snails!)

ours is not always to question why.......

sometimes we must just
"CONSOLE THE DUCK"......

for his is a lonely and arduous path......
waterlogged and YELLOW.......

and he may very well be

 the MAIN COURSE  at

your local, 'fine dining' establishment......

the one that you frequent !


ode to a duck.......