On an unassuming morning Groggy and still bleary-eyed I was walking into work Autopilot until I hit the desk Heading to the door I saw a duck A fucking duck I glanced around Devoid at that wee hour Save for me, save for the duck Unmoving, statuesque Breathing, blinking? I couldn't tell "Hello duck" I wasn't greeted in return And upon interrogation My colleagues saw no duck Nor was he there at lunch So now I think I'm going mad A duck where there should be none Fucking duck My sanity has since been assured But it still seems strange to me A duck, chilling, outside the office A character or prop misplaced A Set Designer now on welfare Haunted I am by that fowl Whatever ethereal quest he was on Fucking duck Weeks later you are on my mind And now you've your own poem Why were you there? I'd love to know Maybe there are others like me? Encountering ducks in weird places Please, don't let me be the only one... Ducking fuck
Yes, a duck. There are no lakes, no rivers, no large bodies of water around the office where I work. In-fact, I would describe the business park it’s in as being inhospitable to ducks, and fowl in general. It was just… Strange. Otherworldly I would go as far as saying. Keeping in mind that it was early, and I was probably still asleep. But… a duck?
Auf Wiederduck
AJ Carney 