Being Together
By Theresa Shulfer
As I walk through the leaves
Outlined with silver lace,
I think of my duck
And his cute little face.
I wonder where he has gone
And if he found a home,
For I do not have
Adequate space for him to roam.
Then I heard a sound so familiar,
A distinct quack.
And I saw overhead
That my duck was back.
He had flown off into the sunset,
What a magical ending
To a friendship that
Was only just beginning.
But alas, he was back!
Begging for better weather
So he could meet up with his sisters
And they could all be together.