by Kerem Tasdan
the orange duck
their beak too narrow
with feathers sun-dyed,
little is known about the newcomer.
To be attached to Home is to lose new brothers,
while swimming in both waters only confuses all the others
in the end; is neither best?
The maroon cousin, while seeking to soothe
instead spews a rather splintered view:
we are Red, they are Yellow, but you are orange.
Yet the orange duck
with their tapered beak held high,
waddled blissfully into the bustling pond.