Last week,
a little white duck,
a duck I had never seen before,
appeared new.
New, on the canal I pass each day.
Today I saw her lying dead.
Away from her flock.
Alone.
Cold and on the road.
It must have been a car,
or a tram that brought such a tragic end.
I guess this little white duck,
is a duck that I will see no more.
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