augury doggerel

Thursday, January 10, 2002


Last night I watched the ducks slide on dark water, but I knew they worked like ballet dancers under the surface. When they went up tails all, they held tightly to lungbursts of air while they searched the muck for a little bit of food. And when they laughed that marvelous duck laugh -- aa aa aa aa aa aa -- I grinned back. I know they don't mean "That's the funniest lump of muck I've ever sunk a bill into" or "This, my dear, is surely the best time a beast has ever spent standing on ice in the dark." I'm sure they aren't laughing at all -- what would a duck joke be? But I am certain every one of them has a duck-sized bit of will and thought and feeling.


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