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