Gadwall
Rippling of waves,
Leaves scattered around my feet.
Ducks eat quietly.
A different one
Stands alone from the others:
Dirty brown color.
The others they feast,
He sits and mourns around him,
Observing all life.
The horde of ducks move,
And still the brown one sits there,
Asleep with the world.
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