poetry

“Little Duck” Poem

Little Duck

By Ashley O’Hare

A little duck quacked by the blue pond,

sunbathing in the white sun.

Winter is swiftly approaching,

but she holds not an ounce of care.

Tomorrow is not today.

Yesterday has faded away.

So when the little duck invites me over,

sharing her safe haven,

I will accept without hesitation.

If tomorrow I am exiled,

I will be grateful for today.

The sunburn will serve as a reminder

of life’s simple pleasantries.
Even with the blistering stings,

I will hold my smile;

for the little duck would want me to be happy,

and so I will be.

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