by Kendra Allen

Created on: April 25, 2008

FEELIN' DUCKY

Higher than the tallest tree,
Beyond all mediocrity,
I dreamed of what my life might be
As feathers on a duck.

I'd happily enjoy the ride,
My quills puffed out in fluffy pride
From knowing mallards never flied
Less feathers of a duck.

But wait! Did I feel something slip
Down near my long and pointy tip?
Gasp! Too much preening broke the grip
Of feathers on this duck.

Falling fast, I cry "Come back!"
But no one felt the sudden lack,
Or even gave a backwards quack
To feathers off a duck.

Spinning, spinning, round and round,
No direction to be found,
Drifting towards uncertain ground-
Lost feathers from a duck.

I bolted upright in my cot
All drenched with fear and sweaty hot...
I'm glad I'm me and glad I'm not
The feathers of a duck.

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