Remember the day when bluebirds flew through?
I thought for sure they’d at least stop and rest
on the window ledge, but no, onward they passed,
fast, headed for another place to take respite.
Instead I heard a quack. Parting the curtains,
my pale, pinched face looked down.
On the ground was a Muscovy duck,
looking up at me.
“Well, I’ll be,” she said. “I’ve been looking for thee.
You see, I’ve been down on my luck, an unlucky duck,
you might say. But today is my lucky day.”
She ruffled her feathers and waddled away.
Throwing my coat, boots, and gloves on,
I followed her along the long-untrod grassy path
to the pond out back. She and I were joy-flustered with
the sight of a school of golden koi wiggling under
the wind’s ripples.
The largest one, with silver fins,
poked her head from the water and said,
“We’ve been waiting for you. What took you so long?”
Carrie is the host of The Sunday Muse.