The White Wooden Duck

From March to September, he sits on the front porch, his long, white neck extended gracefully as he looks at the trees in the front yard and the flowers in bloom. Butterflies flit, bees buzz, and birds dart to and fro. Cars drive by, some slowing down ever so slightly. "Are you looking at me?" A rhetorical question? Maybe, maybe not. After all, white wooden ducks are nothing new.

Before long, he will be removed from his concrete stoop and placed in a dark, slightly damp storage closet with the rest of the Spring and Summer decorations, but do not fear! He will return again when the weather is warm, the flowers commence to blossom, and the cars drive lazily down the street.