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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