chick raze sometimes he saw ducks. after a good rain they would paddle through puddles and soak up the sun. one day there was a duckling. no sign of any siblings or parents. head almost bigger than its body. it waddled through wet grass, unsteady on its palmate feet, chirping: where did you go? what is this place? find me. find me. please come find me. he wanted to ask the hatchling how he could help. it was gone before he made a sound. every time he returned to the park to goose step down the paved path that coiled through everything, he would find himself saying in a language not his own: where did you go? what is this place? find me. find me. please come find me. 260707 what's it to you? who go blather from