The Muscovy Duck
Balanced on a half-submerged log, she grooms her fine white feathers as if they are a mink coat, as if she resides high in a penthouse apartment. In January and February, after blizzards and hurricanes, she is still there, no other home but the dock in the Hudson River. The only white duck, a Muscovy, among the brown mallards and Khaki Campbells. Tonight she sleeps on the black water as I sit in my warm, lighted apartment with my computers, television, books, full of supper. Me with my clothes, furniture, doorman, therapist, 401(k), worrying how to live in this world.
Photo Credit: Dominic Casario
Great imagery, great message. Makes you think about what really matters in life.
Thanks so much for your comment, Maria.
Jeanette Topar
Love this story!
I have no words – so moving, so precise, so thought-provoking. Thank you!
Thanks very much, Jane!
I love this. Great imagery with a unique subject matter and powerful message. Short and sweet.
Thank you Dylan!
Behind the firewall in my social isolation I type. 🙂
Well done!
Kenny
Glad you came from behind the firewall! Thank you!
Jeanette
Moving.
Thank you Kate!
Wow! Moving. Packs a big punch for so few words. Thank you.
Really appreciate your kind words, Alice!
Jeanette Topar
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Thank you,David.
Jeanette Topar
This is beautiful.
Thank you for the kind words, Tony.
Jeanette Topar