Droubt

I'd unknow water writer bout

I done no war to right a droubt

Inexplicable

I am a raft on the dark wading for land

I am adrift in this rift trying to plan

I row in my hope making a way

On a draft that parts where I hold no sway

Two Tails

Mickey Duck was dux of luck with a head of ears and size

His shorts of extroverted red and yellow boots were prized

His gloves of white were cleaned at night much like his feathered back

His Big Black Book and iconic look brought cheers from zealous eyes