Loss
A mother duck was wading along one beautiful Spring day. Her duckling was paddling by her side when suddenly it went under. It could have been a fish or the current, there was not sign to tell exactly what it was. I kept expecting it to come back up, likes ducks do when they bob below the water and rise again. But it didn't. While I waited, the mother swam back and forth, quacking in a distressed circle, looking for her precious one...her beloved. I watched for as long as I could bear and left on my way home while behind me the mother continued circling, crying out in sorrow and loss and confusion...rejecting what she knew to be true. It was the nearest fit of rage I had ever seen on an animal. For the loss of one so dear.
