Feeding the Ducks
The ducks have come a long way
for rations from my high hand.
The best crumbs
I keep to myself.
I don’t have to share at all
what the master let fall
from his plate.
But I know what it’s like
to long for a meager scrap
that’s spied and sniffed
but never had.
May 6, 2015
for Feeding the Ducklings Contest
Copyright © Rita A. Simmonds | Year Posted 2016
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