The Day I Learned to Duck

 

I walked by the pond and saw a cheery duck,

A waddling bird with bright feathers and luck.

I called out, “Hello, Duck,” though it gave me no heed—

It happily quacked, content in its reed.

Suddenly, a friend yelled, “Duck!” loud and clear.

I blinked in confusion—my duck was right here!

But whoosh—there flew a ball, aimed straight at my head;

I dove to the ground, dodging danger instead.

“Duck!” can mean bird—so calm, by the water.

“Duck!” can mean “Move!” or face sudden slaughter.

Grateful I ducked when that soccer ball flew,

I laughed at the words that both bird and I knew.

So now when I see my fine-feathered friend,

I’m thankful that “duck” had two ways to defend.

If life throws you curveballs or birds that just cluck,

Remember: sometimes you simply must duck.