Take flight

As I sit outside and watch my duck

I know he could not always fly

I’m sure he did not get it right

the first,second,third,fourth or even the fifth try


He did not stop to think, “I can’t do this.”

No, he tried, he tried,and tried again


His wings took him up,and up and up


Without much thought of falling he just

Take flight

Ok so I wrote this poem yesterday after feeding Drew Brees the duck.Yes that is his name. I have had him for I think over five years. When he is hungry he waits outside by the door under the truck. And when I come outside he follows me up the hill so that I can get some food to feed him.

Never give up

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