It seems he has moved his empire south,
gone is he from my daily walk.
Cat tails and baby coots,
the bread crumbs they would stalk.
Twice the size and creamy grey,
unique among his buoyant flock.
Will he be back again next year,
to quack and shit and squawk?
I'll just have to wait till spring,
to see which duck controls the block.
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