Dinner Guests
JD Miller
There are two pairs of ducks
On the pond tonight
Instead of the usual one
And I’d like to think
They are on a double date
And I would like also to think
That it is going pretty well
And at no point have they
Run out of things to talk about
Or has the conversation hit a snag
(Even though one of the hens
Has a sort of nasally quack
And one of the drakes could’ve put
A bit more effort into preening)
And I hope that there will be
No appearances made by the muskrat
I Saw Last Week, and Who I’ve heard
Does not believe in love
(Or I like to think doesn’t)
Because of some past love-related
Injury he endured at the ineligible
Hand of a vivacious beaver.
I have no evidence to substantiate
This bitterness of his, except
For his being profoundly anti-social
Just as I would be, I imagine
If someone approached me right now
While I am so preoccupied
With the unfolding drama, of which
These four poor lovebirds
Are entirely unaware.