ONE MAN

AND HIS DUCKS

One man sat,

with ducks at his feet,

and yellow beaks

leaning in

to offer quacks

of comfort.

Not the same

language

as his,

but still, a connection.

One man, who

had found himself

separated

from humanity,

found himself

tethered

to the earth

by feathers and bills,

and the warm breasts

of his ducks.

One man said,

to himself,

never again will I

underestimate

the power of any

creature,

who rallies round,

to heal

a wounded heart,

to fill an empty space.

One man sat,

in wordless harmony

with the ducks

at his feet,

long after

he needed their

feathered comfort,

in the hope

that he could give

a little, back.

©Roisin Duffy

TITLE: ONE MAN AND

HIS DUCKS

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