The ducks are having a nap or trying to keep warm, and to protect them from the
ghostly cold frost, straight for them killing the summer.
The water stands still, gleaming like hundreds of smashed diamonds. The trees fear as the wind tears apart the leaves and the frost zooms on the branches killing them all.
All the ducks try to find a safe place to keep themselves warm. They try to find a warm spot to rest.
Thinking about how cold their webbed feet will be, probably in the Atlantic. Wondering if the ducks are excited to be warm and cosy for summer to come, and so the leaves grow back on the branches.
Dusan
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