Hungry ducks, hungry hearts.



You stood back for a moment watching

as the hungry ducks swarmed around

my daughters ankles. Beaks open,

ready for fresh bread.

Your offer was hesitant and full of faith

as you handed her the bag of bread. Her

eyes lit up, she had more food for

the snapping beaks, your eyes lit up

in response.

Karen Hayward ©2016. (Words and Image.)


Author: blossom666

Welcome to my blog! Here you will find different forms of creative writing, lots of swearing, erotic poetry, random thoughts, beautiful imagery, but most of all you will find a version of truth. My truth, this is the way that I see the world. However, all of my work is a form of creative writing, a combination of truth and fiction. I write to express my creativity, not my needs!

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