The Call of the One
Duck Flying South

by Laura Kasischke

so far behind the others
in their neat little v, in their
competence of plans and wings, if
you didn’t listen you would think
it was a cry for help
or sympathy—
friends! friends!—
but it isn’t.

Want to read the rest?
Please login.
New to Narrative? sign up.
It's easy and free.
Twitter Facebook Tumblr Forward Print HTML