Ducks Can't Fly

If birds had feathers they will not hang  
On grills, spiced up, roasting aroma 
Feeling the air, with juice  


My taste bud, ready to engage  
Consumed, my lips left with evidence  
Of my indulgence   


If birds have feathers 
Oh but they do   
Well before being unplugged   


Oh but they do  
If birds had feathers to fly 
They would not hang on grills


For they will know to fly 
And not walk, or run, slow enough 
To be caught, by the man with no feather 

Golden Life

I entered my room, 
Looked around and picked the fish food
I need to buy another, this one is almost empty 


A pondering question lingers on thought  
I see my golden fish, pompously sat 
They look so calm and carefree  


They near the tank, when I am on sight 
Opening their gob to be fed  
Like free session, always to be fed 


You see they got me thinking  
I am always thinking  
Do they worry, like I do  


Like the fish in the deep blue sea does  
With sharks around to feast on their essence  
And no one tasked to feed their hunger  


My pondering mind do wonder  
Sometimes in overdrive, always wondering   
My brain feels so warn on effect  


May be that is why oh surely why 
My golden fish bluffs so much, with easy life 
Demanding to be fed, feed us, feed us, feed our gob 


Anyway I need to get another food for them
The tank looks murky, needs some attention 
I would have to clean that too at some point 

Holding On To Life

This is sad, truly sad indeed, I say 
to find my gold fish back broken 
I feared the worst, oh no
seeing observe it lie in awkward positions   


My heart dropped straight through my guts  
oh what such luck, this I tell you can not be good  
like a visit from death in seasons fall 
that weathers erode leaves as it passes by  


But this is my golden fish, with life of its own 
refusing to hand it over, like spare change 
loose laying and unwanted
This is value, worth of life, pure gold of living 


To my surprise goldy was still alive  
though I still feared the worst  
how long will it take, in this battle   
when darkened clouds gather, like vultures 


Sorrowfully I left for graft  
one has to earn his keep 
 in my thoughts this sorrow ponders  
holding me to ransom, with the passing of time  


Though tears are hard to come by 
these days, like diminished resources, recession  
in my heart I cried oceans, knowing I was 
only coming home to bury my goldy  


Yet it hanged on to life 
with stubbornness, refusing to give in 
and allow circling vultures 
to land and feast on its remains

I still fear the worst is yet to come 
how long can a fish live  
with a broken back 
Holding on, hanging on to life