Two of them jumped from the stairs, shocked me in mourning morning.
They quacked for help but already helpless.
They died without any sound, in sad mute and broken heart of mine.
Heavy rain killed my other ducks.
Two of them died of hypothermia and the guilt lost of mine.
Six of them I thought were survivors.
Till yesterday, without any clue of cause, another duck goes to heaven.
They just some pets, my friend.
But those little ducks wakes me every morning,
when the blanket of dream still warm me,
when the lullaby of night still inside me.
To all my death pets,
sleep tight without any more pain and despair.
Just keep alive my other little ducks,
keep wakes me every morning with your witty quack,
just grow bigger and stronger.
I promise any strike of anxiety wouldn't make me cry.
But the feeling of failure to keep them alive is a burden that I cannot take.
It's just a stupid poem, my little ducks.
But it's dedicated to you, my fifth beloved which already in heaven, my fifth beloved which still on earth.
I know, my friend,
there's no heaven for ducks.
It's just a thought which erase my guilt a bit.
Sorry, I let you down.
I let myself down.
Just keep alive, the rest of little ducks of mine.