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SANGEETHA KAMATH



 #Day 11

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                  SITTING DUCK

Love came fluttering by on a cold day wintery

Riding on diaphonous wings of a dragonfly wispy

The charms he exuded floored me

The attention he showered swept me enormously

I looked in the mirror and couldn't imagine

What a dashing man like him saw in a mangy duckling like me without any sheen

The swans in my river wondered too

Warned me that he's out to make a fool out of you

Electric rage coursed through my veins

Lashing out furiously at them I said they were envious of me, I'm no bird-brain!

He's my prince and I will rule one day beside him as a queen

Their smirks and hoots reverberated in the air

Humiliation was rife, I lunged at them and a feather or two viciously tear

There were quacks and squawkes, shrill ear-splitting howls like canine packs

Left alone, isolated and in gloom

Scavenger bore down on me I wasn't to know my day would soon end in doom!

Like a demon incarnate from brimstone and hellfire

He showed me his true colours of icky swamps and quicksand mire

"Come along, you don't need anyone but me

Let's live together happily ever after you and me"

Violins and guitars were the melody in my ears 

How was I to know I'd be a fool begging for my love, reduced to tears…

Sepulchre was his devilish grin

When he oh so magnanimously invited me in

Dinner will be ready in hour he told his wife dear

Prepare the marinade for roast duck until then I'll pluck and rip her off, feather by feather!

Pic Courtesy: Pixabay

©️ Sangeetha Kamath Prabhu

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