On the Forest Floor

We noticed him,
spewing his rhetoric and divisive
speech, never expecting him
to actually win.

Quack, quack, he said,
and we thought: There is no way
they will ever buy into this.

No way that others will start
quacking in that voice. Then we
stood aghast as a chant of quacking
erupted, scattering multicolored
birds, sounds crashing through trees.

Held up by his running mate,
we are left to wonder, what will
happen next

on the forest floor, and if a more
beautiful hum might begin again.