It falls down and washes away what is left of winter.
I close my eyes and remember the forest that we met each other in.
A small pond I sit next to and dangle my naked feet in.
Around me, a small group of animals curiously look upon me.
I begin to sing to them.
One in particular is a duck.
He crawls up onto my lap and I stroke his feathers.
I fall in love with him and he falls in love with me.
A new found friend for life.
We have an understanding of each other.
I tell him stories of my life, he tells me stories of his.
One day, I return to the pond to see the duck crying.
I ask him why he is crying.
He tells me that life has cheated him.
I ask him why.
He proceeds to tell me that he wants so much to marry me,
But he is a duck and cannot.
I start crying for I wish it were true.
Suddenly, a magical thing begins to happen.
The duck takes human form and I stare into human eyes.
“I love you,” the duck tells me.
“And I love you,” I tell him.
Together we walk hand in hand out of the forest.
Copyright © Karen Elizabeth Waters 2003
This is my first prose. Go easy on me...I know it's not the Frog Prince.
This is my first prose. Go easy on me...I know it's not the Frog Prince.
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