Unquaking The Duck

Morning rush

Unquaking The Duck

Code-ical echoes rise with the dawn

On yellow reeds tobacco smoked fog

Aged and stained the hunter waits

Whiskey breath, bullets cold click

Quak quak then pop pop is heard

Duck for dinner is just around the corner

Just past the rifle barrel as it unloads

Reviews

[R.E. Ray]

I like it, Earl. It's a familiar image, though I've never hunted ducks with a rifle, only a shotgun. I can see your poem in a painting. The imagery is so vivid and original. Nice work, sir.

[Earl Schumacker]

Hi Robert, Thank you! I have never handled a fire arm so I guess we can deduce I've never hunted. I like the concept. I'll bet it is fun. I've done tons of fishing. I'm sure it is nothing like that. In any event, in either event, dinner gets served. Have a great day. Earl