Horizons

"Why did you do that?" she quacks

Mother duck to human child

Who screamed upon her marching babes

Turning the neat line into a yellow explosion

 

But with a waddle and a call

All is tidy and reformed

And they troop within a new moment

Down the river bank in single file to the river where they want to be

 

"Hello!" calls the spaniel

To a newfound canine friend

And after a nuzzle and a sniff

Happiness comes in quick, unfussy thrusts

 

They finish with a good-bye nudge

Returning to the exciting smells to the ground

Respective human accomplices barely meet eye and brush past quickly

 

Two geese but just one crumb of bread

A flash of feathers, honking, snapping beaks

But the hate dies quickly, lost inside a stomach

Silence resumes as more bread is thrown

 

Whilst elsewhere those with bread and more besides

Burn, bruise and bludgeon

Pulling mere passers-by into their chaos

Slaying those uninterested in their death

 

The ducks sail up the river now

A sharp note from the mother

Pulls a curious wanderer back to his siblings

It was for his own good, forgotten now

 

The child watches from the land transfixed

But a red nailed hand on his shoulder

Informs him that he is homeward bound

So the walk begins as light rain starts to fall

 

Out of the green and onto the hard, grey street

She walks too fast for his pace of trot

Ignoring the longing smile of a passing man

She turns corner, turns back to find the child

 

Some yards behind, he's through the fence

Wants to inspect that field

But a hard tug of the coat soon thwarts that plan

Now dragged by sleeve across the scraping tarmac

 

That annoyed her

He hears it in her voice

And for his curiosity

He will be punished for hours

 

In through the front door

And the father is already home

Oblivious to her beauty, he moves upstairs

To take off his uniform

 

Thrown into room, door shut hard

The boy looks out of the clean polished window

High, high above a gull dances with the wind

Seeing all around an unending horizon

 

For the time being at least,

The boy can see it to

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