Games of Seduction

It had begun to rain, it was getting dark and yet I was still there, at the edge of the lake, fascinated by that dance of drying and smoothing all that feathers like a game of seduction. But to seduce whom? The lake was deserted. There was no other duck around. Then, I understood. Under the rain, in the middle of nowhere, shivering with cold, I understood. I was the one seduced.

Done