#Octpowrimo #ducks #Flow
A flotilla of rubber ducks
landed head first into the nearby river
their net being attacked by the factory cats
They didn’t squeal
They didn’t squeak
They didn’t even QUACK
The only noise,
The sound of a gentle splash
as ten thousand rubber ducks
softly hit the water
birds above, called out a call
to the ducks geese and swans
“for one and for all!”
Where they were headed,
nobody would know
what they knew – they were enjoying the flow
Inkdrop is freelance writer with a passion for exploring the intersections between nature, architecture, and artistic expression. With a background in computing, and writing – his pen name harks back to when he played around with rhymes and a fountain pen. Now joined by a selection of created photos from an acquired DSLR camera He shares insights with scribblers of all backgrounds. Outside of visiting museums and exploring the latest in exhibits , he enjoys walking through the countryside in pursuit of the next rainbow.
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