Shooting at Ducks

A poem about a favorite pastime

Frank Larkin
Apr 15 · 1 min read
Photo by Birger Strahl on Unsplash

Early morning chill in the air,
sausage frying in a cast iron pan.
Cold gray light,
silhouettes in the sky.

Outside, the scratchy sound
of dry corn shucks, moving
in a raw December breeze.