Duck

Sometimes I wonder,

   but not for grandeur,-

my mind does race as they go by.

Pretty faces floating

bodies lean and tall,

perfect figures

for the perfect stance

at me they do not glance.

No, low should this responsibility 

be thrust upon them.

Why should the swans slow their pace

for an ogre of a duck,

waddling about,

chubby and clumsy.

I see them glare

But I do not care

save for such curiosity at my undeserved hate.

How selfish am I

at the delight I feel

At the thought of their reaction;

when i am so thin it is frightening,

when I am frail

and they do not touch

for fear of shattering me..

when I cry without a sound,

and when I go out with a BANG!

that will leave them speechless.

But not just any bang,

a literal bang,

coming from my tight grip

and finger pressing hard

against the trigger. 

Reviews

[zainul]

Swan duck race
Love its grace

[Fish]

Thank you! ^.^

[zainul]

You are most welcome! ^.^