Back and forth do I sway, an unfamiliar ripple has disrupted my directionless flow. Curiosity; an attribute I all too well, know.
I am a mallard.
Following the trail of nourishment, it has led me to you...The bread giver.
Beautifully unfamiliar you are, allured by your whisper.
Nearer do I drift so unsure, for you stand ashore, so certain in manner.
I am but a mallard.
Limited is my understanding, for I hardly float, and you stand.
I, on water; you on land. Dusk draws close, be where you need to be, bread giver. The edge waiting for you I will be.
I long for your nourishment. At dawn I will learn to stand with you.
For I am just a mallard.