Memories resurface
like ducks on a pond - pitter-patter,
ripples scatter,
try to catch them with my net before shore.
Stop the engine, load my gun,
just one round then it's done.
Pull the starter - unleash the beast,
go get your trophey - it will be a feast.
Set the table, there's room for one,
lost all the ripples while on the run.
One round, one dog, one duck,
one gun, a hundred ripples
lost in the sun.
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