it was love at first sight

he was dashing and young and his methods were novel

he drew me in, and I was in awe

a flourish of hand, and there it was

my first duck.

how could he grab the attention of someone so weathered as me

it was obvious that this man was like no other

he glided along the rough waters, he handled the waves with patience

he had been through a brief but perilous storm himself, you see

he was strong and brave

and able to deal with the pain of failed sketches

my creator of ducks.

he held me high above the depths of the sea

he helped me to float peacefully in the silky warm waters, wisps of white clouds overhead

to be secure in my heart and in his hands

his name, you ask