The Duck

by Xenia Prinz

At the blue shimmering pond
was a duck.
The duck was busy swimming
over to the bank
he climbed out
and waddled over the grass.
When he came
to the end of the grass
he looked left and right.
The path was clear.
He crossed.
Then came the road.
He looked and crossed
to the half way mark
but didn’t look again
just went straight across.
A car hooted.
So he flew
the rest of the way.