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A bond in Hamburg
As I was sitting on a parc bench by the Elbe
And watching the ducks go by
One of them suddenly came up the riverbank
And made its way directly in front of me.
Stayed right there for a good minute or three
A huge zen moment I dare say
No lively conversation
No quacking around
Just a silent bond between Duck and Man
Then he went along on his daily walk.
And watching the ducks go by
One of them suddenly came up the riverbank
And made its way directly in front of me.
Stayed right there for a good minute or three
A huge zen moment I dare say
No lively conversation
No quacking around
Just a silent bond between Duck and Man
Then he went along on his daily walk.
Published 14th Jun 2023
Author's Note
PS; later I remembered about my father and his collection of hand-carved wooded ducks. Superb ones with emerald green plumes. This one was gracious enough in whites and browns.
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15th Jun 2023 00:23am
spent my son’s childhood feeding ducks in the park, until somebody
said, “don’t give them bread ..”
said, “don’t give them bread ..”
15th Jun 2023 4:02pm
25th Jun 2023 11:04pm
I liked this. Perhaps it was the memory of your father's wooden ducks and this creature sensing that memory even for just a minute that he made that quick visit.
Interesting write.
Interesting write.
