Ducks

duck flies South in the winter

but comes to the pond in the summer

the wild ones try to swim all around

but the tame ones are bossy

they push them out of their domain

and so it is with all God’s creatures

each one wants its own space, place

to build memories and territory

to protect and establish bossiness

although, perhaps, they want mating rights

and all the females in the vicinity

are the property of the head duck

I imagine someone powerful could speak

and everyone would listen, take to heart

but it all comes down to ducks in a row