igher than the tallest tree,
Beyond all mediocrity,
I dreamed of what my life might be
As feathers on a duck.
I'd happily enjoy the ride,
My quills puffed out in fluffy pride
From knowing mallards only flied
With feathers of a duck.
But wait! Did I feel something slip
Down near my long and pointy tip?
Too much preening broke the grip
Of feathers on this duck.
Falling fast, I cry
But no duck felt the sudden lack
Or even gave a backwards quack
At feathers off a duck.
Spinning, spinning, round and round,
No direction to be found,
Drifting towards uncertain ground—
Lost feathers from a duck.
I bolted upright in my cot
All drenched with fear and sweaty hot...
I'm glad I'm me and glad I'm not
The feathers on a duck.