(They, i)
I feel sorry for the ducks that live in the city.
they can’t find any water except:
the beer bottle infested
man-made
pond
at the end
of the street.
they aimlessly wander, picking at:
dropped
French Fries
and
apple cores.
she quacks at those who walk by.
he keeps close to her side.
i envy Them:
at least They have each other.
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