Decadence Duck

I only came to feed the mallards ~

on the murky autumn pond ~

to hear the vested rooks in sermon ~

in the lick of rain drops’ tongues ~

But wait. ~

Who’s that gentleman gliding? Its feathers ~

Blushing, flashing Venetian ~

Pomp, a damson wig that ~

hangs, thick and plump ~

This is all too much ~

It shows its porcelain eye mask, a flash of rump ~

Look ~

I only came to feed the mallards ~

And now I’m drunk on the sight of a decadent duck. ~

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