With Unemployment

the idle brain cogitates resentfully!

 

Today, following her newly acquired routine
of attentively pacing a well-trodden
stream-side path with eleven asphalt repairs,
she counted sixty-four Mallard ducks.
 
Yesterday, there was seventy-six;
the day before, eighty-seven. Three broods
of eight ducklings hatched this Spring.
 
The numerical dominance of brown females
each time she thought strange. Nature
leaving some ducks as surplus outsiders;
was it really all about fitness selection?
 
Seven stretches of water meander off on
hidden detours, which, to her relief,
would explain variations in sight counts.
 
She now avoids meeting up with a pensioner,
whose four times a week supply of fresh
bread, keeps the duck population larger than
available grass would normally support.
 
His jolly attitude of secure smugness
includes the irritating habit of rambling on
about feeding all ducks equally and fairly.
 
 
 
 
Goth:April:2004
 
 
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An old one but see this so often: spot on.

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I remember the time I was feeding regularly pigeons
Neighbors complained eventually and my parents told me to stop
The pigeons used to come as soon as I appeared on the large veranda, they continued to do so but no seeds for them
They started attacking my canaries, almost ate one alive.

This world is a MESS.

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