By the Pond

“By the Pond”

A mallard duckling nestled
against her mother’s downy breast

here, among the reeds tilting
dry and crisp with the wind whispering

into her carcass, her loss-notched bones
that surrendered their heat this autumn.   

She became the boon of fox who stalks
snow-shouldered hemlocks at dusk. 

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