There's a duck
In the shadows
But he's breaking out
Slowly
His boots are heavy
His legs are tired
His wings are
Damaged
Though his mind
Is intent
And he stares
Silently
At the world
Around
His wooden beak
Snaps
Occasionally
For he is lost
In thought
Or maybe
He has lost
His thoughts
He has travelled
Great distances
Though has no
Idea
Where he came from
Or if he is
Going anywhere
Or ever was
And he is wary
Of things that
Move
Too quickly
Or not at all
And though he
Doesn't know it
He is one of
Those things
Still art
Imitating life
Or life pretending
To live
And he has no idea
He doesn't
He isn't
Though the fact
He thinks it
Or someone thinks
It
For him
Quite possibly
Makes him more
Alive
Than
Most