augury doggerel

Thursday, May 16, 2002


Ten ducklings follow their mother outside the windows at work. She took them to one of the supposedly decorative little plastic-lined pools here to practice swimming. Their nest is somewhere else, somewhere in the fields, where local housecats part the long grass and crows as big as housecats drop from the air. The ducklings won't be able to fly for six weeks. There's nothing we can do but see how many outlive summer. Luckily for sleeping ducklings, they look like nothing, like dried weeds, tufts of exploded cattails, and their mother is the original decoy.


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