Ode to a Duck

Oh webbed-feet pet who grases the lands looking for a good puddle. Oh the mud, oh the wind you long to look for. You, this small speck of feathers and cuteness... how could you know pain? The grassy moores have been calling you for a long time, call back to them. You can't imagine how free you feel, how wonderful you can see, when there are no clouds in your way. Can't you feel it? Where does this bliss come from? S...