Musing on the Duck

A duck lives on precious real estate - right on the lake, with it's own private mooring. It pays no rent and rests between the reeds. The sun peeks through every morning, and glistens. In the evening the bugs come out, and the duck glides around and feeds on the water, while the lake shimmers, orange. At night, it cuddles up safely with the other ducks to keep warm, and God protects it. The moon leaves a silver trail on the lake until the sun pokes it's warm fingers through the reeds and strokes each duck with a tender glaze. A duck must feel as if it lives in the most beautiful place in the whole world. Each day a new adventure, to splash about, or strolling for bugs. A duck is never stressed about finding food. It never worries about it's home. It is always living in the moment. A duck is happy. I am happy too because I am cared for and loved, even more than the duck.