I wish I were a duck, I whisper

to Izzy as we huddle

in my blanket watching

out the window

eyeing the lake, its surface

a mosaic of floating ice

swept by the north wind. Trees

rattle & deserted bird feeders

sway, while mallards swim

carefree as beetles in July.

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