Drifter

There is an explosion of noise

The kids stamping towards pigeons in the distance

Is a hint

Could never have hinted though at the traffic police, though

 

‘Please climb of the bike and step over here, sir’

Quacks a voice

He dips his long neck, looks around thoughtfully

Contemplates, and bobs towards me

 

As you can see, there’s a a bit of a migration in progress

From lawn to riverbank

Would you mind terribly just holding on a second

And keeping any bread on your person firmly in your pocket

 

It’s actually not healthy for us.

Thank you, sir.

 

He had a look around while I made a call

Discretion the better part of valour

Let the road clear and waddled on his way

Orange bill intelligently nodding

 

Duck traffic jams might well be the best

 

Sloth out.

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