Duck lady

I understand, Duck Lady.

The duck lady

Across the creek

Has checked her garage

Every morning.

If my imagination is right

She misses

Her ducks

The excuse of snow

To feed them corn.

I’m sure the supply

In her garage

Is ample,

Ready for the snow

Sure to come.

I know she is praying

For snow.

I understand,

Duck Lady.

When things are different

From the way

They usually are,
We hope and pray

They will return.

The corn is in the garage.