There’s world
where ducks
are known as
poises.
For it appears
every fowl here
balances gracefully,
one-footed.
In this world, the poise
has become a symbol
of nature’s harmony.
But in this world,
the poise is not
precisely what
it seems.
See, the poise
is indeed as
two-footed
as our own
clumsy, waddling
duck.
But whether it be
ignorance,
stupidity,
bad luck,
the people of
this world
have never
caught
the poise
as he drops his second,
webby foot and
hobbles with that noise –
flop flop flop.
And so
these people
strive
to emulate their
stately bird.
Never glancing
the true nature
of those
unsteady
mallards.
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