by Darrell Petska
Ducks and pigeons are my friends; I shall not be lonely.
They flock to my blanket beside the shining pond.
They lift my spirits; I feed their fervor from the bounty of dumpsters.
How blessed I am, their grateful beaks and bills kissing my hands;
they encircle me, and the police pass by.
Though old and weary, I’m unafraid, for their comfort is unstinting and sure.
Their innocence and joy shall accompany me always
as I dwell in God’s gracious outdoors.
as I dwell in God’s gracious outdoors.
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