Crow and Duck
The feel of a crow flying
over water, the feel of a duck
flying over water - so different.
What do I mean different?
I knew you’d ask that.
Watching is mental flight -
as duck I swoop serenely
above my element, touching
down when I choose.
As crow I must make it past
the water - there I go -
made it to the tree.
My wake widening
complicates the stillness.
My perch shudders then stills.
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