The
sitting duck
The
potshots throw
No
quacking sound
The
elegant silence
The
pond has no water
The
potholes drain it out
The
sitting duck
Silently
stares at it
The
sun hot and humid
Raining
lights of golden colours
The
sitting duck
Alone
and waiting
The
sky never turns cloudy
The
sun smiles hot and sweaty
The
hot wind blowing along
Never
a word is spoken
The
sitting duck
The
potshots throw
The
muddy ground
No
quacking sound
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