THE BIG BLACK DUCK

The big black duck
with red eye brows
and white smudges
over its feathered body
appears near
the edge of Sunset Lake
most mornings in September.
it hops when I come along.

It hops because
it has one leg —
flutters its wings
for a modest lift
that makes the hopping easier.

I admire its coping skills
as I walk by on two old legs
propelling me
over the road by Sunset Lake.

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