Ugly Duck

The duck who swims alone
Allows my mind to wander and wonder.
Nearly every early morning,
Even when the sun shines,
He spends this time in solitude.
Is this his choice
Or does he wonder,
“Must’ve done somebody wrong”?

He does not appear to be the proverbial
Or actually ugly duck.
Or is this his choice to start the day?
Is he starting each day in the quiet

Intentionally
Away in the quiet

At the crack of dawn
Perhaps a duck’s life isn’t all it’s
Quacked up to be?