USMC (ret'd)

The ducks come over
from Russia, my dear,
without fail
at this time of year.

I walk down
to the lake
to watch them;
and I sometimes take

my thoughts and memories
with me
although I know
I should not do so.

God, I have such
a bitter recollection
of the past, and the things we did --
I thought the military
was an honourable profession.
I know better now.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait ....

Ahhhhh!

See how the ducks land.
Isn't that the finest thing?