Duck Hunt

I wouldn’t have to set my alarm

Tell anyone who would listen

Watch the clock

And rush to the pier

I remember it felt sunny

But it’s strange

Even though it’s my memory

It’s just a story now

I’m a slow hunter

I get stuck on rocks

That look like caddisflies

And wind up swallowing pebbles

It didn’t matter

In the sun

I’d watch the clock

And rush to the pier

She hunts well

With a narrow beak

And doesn’t know

What it’s like to be hungry

She’ll pretend to keep hunting

But I just get embarrassed

I’ll tell her I’m fine

When I get there late

Why can’t I remember

What the sun felt like