- Vol. 07
- Chapter 05
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
on the forest floor, and if a more
beautiful hum might begin again.