Ducks at night

It is Lent and I am reminded there is more than one way to exhibit faith.  I have the lady in red to inspire me, even at night when the ducks have all gone home, wherever home is.

The ducks have all

Gone home,

Wherever that is.

It is dusk.

The lady across the way

Just turned on the basement

Light.

It caught my eye

Through the bushes.

Sometimes I see her lights on

When I wake up

In the middle of the night.

I have never quite seen

When the ducks arrive,

Wherever it is

They arrive from.

I imagine my neighbor across the way

Flicking her lights on and off

In duck Morse Code.

I know she lives

For the ducks.

Maybe it is something even simpler:

Telepathy perhaps.

She is one with the ducks.

Those ducks are there

Every morning when I wake up,

Better than clockwork even.