Sitting Duck

Plumed feathers rustle
In gentle appreciation
Of each others company;
They love freely without hesitation.  

Not a wandering thought
While by each others side,
For hearts held synchronized harmonies;
Their love devout without thoughts of why.

Until the day came
When a revving beast
Tore limb from limb
Of the deceased.

Nothing is as sad a sight to see
As a sitting goose.
Alone on the side of the road
Scarred by thoughts of her husband’s noose.

For in her mind the spot where he had left
Still bled the devils immorality.
So here she sat through wax and wane
Unwilling to budge the stubborn heart of loyalty.

For nothing is as sad a sight to see
As a sitting goose.
Alone on the side of the road
Scarred by thoughts of her husband’s noose.

Rachel Jurek '15