A Duck In A Tree

I saw a young duck fly up in a tree today

Curiously bobbing her head in every direction

Anxiously searching for a better place to be

I wondered, is that really a duck?

She lifted her webbed feet to adjust her perch

Yes, it’s really a duck.

Looking for a pond perhaps

A place to belong, maybe

A duck in a tree …

Sometimes, that feels like me

But when I can see, I’m just me

Knowing that, I can be free.

— by Cara Chang Mutert