Poem
Cold Scenery
The fat duck stands on a frozen pond shifting its appetising
weight from leg to leg, must be cold, little snow around, too
freezing for that; so why doesn’t it stand on some dry grass?
An arctic fox wearing expensive fur sneaks up behind the duck,
but as it lunges the bird jumps up in the air, the fox loses its
balance and slides to the other side of the pond; gets up, runs,
head down, to its hole in the ground – by a boulder that looks
like a grazing pony in moonlight. The duck lands on ice again
and hangs about as if lost in thoughts; the Nordic landscape is
perfectly still and the sun is a frozen Florida orange.
