The Duck Comments

We played the Priest and Supplicant. Wherever I threw was where he went. And when we both had had our fill He flew away until, until. a very fine story..... one of the best of its kind. thank u dear poet for the story.. tony

R.G. i could have copied the comment below, but i try not to plagiarize. this is a super story, well-told, and well-enjoyed. there, i did not COPY the other comment (word for word) . might can make a deal.....might can is a bit foreign to me, but i think i have heard such a link of words sometime in the distant past. i would simply write might or can, not both. but perhaps your way is the usual for you, and it does allow the poem to flow better, both of which i totally respect! ok, i just did some syllable-counting and count 8 or 9 syllables in that and surrounding lines. well done. i used to be more particular while composing my poems and counted syllables as best as i could. but a good friend, not a poet, suggested my method, at times at least, detracted from the poem(s) . he probably would not find fault with The Duck. thanks for sharing. bri

Very good! Enjoyed this one tremendously!