Disappearing Duck

The duck floats down and down.
Overcome by the bright darkness.
The mud below is brown,
and creates a cloud of sorrow.

Throughout the wet dirt crawls creepy little creatures.
Some snap claws or hiss.
The duck stares down at their frightening ugly features,
and says goodbye to happy bliss.

The ducks eyes close.
The creatures reach out.
They must be bad, without a doubt.
Is this the end?

The duck quakes as the creatures gather near.
Please don’t go little duck.
This water can still be clear.
Please do not fill it with your blood and tears.

The duck looks at me and softly quacks goodbye.
Just when I believe the duck will be hurt,
The duck turns and swims away by and by.
I watch him leave as I happily cry.

Witch

We look upon the ivy.
It grows up the wall.
The thing sits inside.
Carving with frightening care.
Hurry away.

STUPID

Sit on this stone.
Take a look at the small village.
Until sunrise you will stay.
Peer toward the sad fences.
Is there a child outside?
Don't let them get hurt.

This poem is about the holocaust. I used the word stupid because I think it was very stupid and wrong of the Nazi's to discriminate Jews.

Winter, leave

Swaying grass in a thin moonlight.
Winter is slowly leaving.
She was happy in her stay but now on her way keeps coming back for
"forgotten" things.
Spring cannot come until Winter has left.
Do we have to kick her out?
Maybe we will and just hope that next year she skips back happily.