Its Neck Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Its Neck



Its neck

Saw a duck in flight,
Said hello, to chat, talk.

Watched its neck,
Was curvy, crooked!

Seeing it hang in air,
Threw a wild question:
"Does it make you tired? "

Ignored me,
Went away!

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