Quacked Crossing

Riffing on the joyful news that our town saved a duck family from an early grave.

How does a duck walk ‘cross the road

and not get flattened like the toad?

She brings ducklings to catch the eye

of each and every passer-by

and help declare, “We’re crossing here!”

Then watches for the happy tear

of a sad soul at the stoplight,

a bleeding heart who feels her plight,

Then waddles under a stopped car

a spot of shade that’s not too far,

and waits to hear, “Code red. Code red!

If this car moves those ducks are dead!”

Then waits patiently for a ride

to safety on the other side –

Staged traffic jams and 9-1-1:

tools cute ducks use to have fun.