i saw baby ducks down
at the pond this morning
quacking and gliding as a
golden sun rose above them–
rising into the sky for
a better view

momma duck–or
maybe it was daddy–
was nearby, keeping
watch

Boris the cat was
with me–Boris
noticed the 
ducks right away
the ducks seemed 
unbothered

the fish were near
the surface, nibbling at
the air, as if to say
do not forget us

i wore my jacket–it
was cold–pulled
it close,
and wished you
were there, too