A flock of ducks on the riverbank
strolled through the grass, scrounging
for bugs and crumbs with their silly duck bills.
The birds mindlessly walked around
following each other, quacking and nibbling
the way ducks do.
There was this one colorful duck
who didn’t seem concerned with the flock.
His truth led him away
to find dinner elsewhere.
A few of the other ducks quacked at him
for flaunting his responsibility
to do what was expected.
That colorful duck ignored them all,
as if their opinions meant nothing.
He did his own scrounging, in style
while the orange sun skimmed the skyscrapers
before it set for the evening.