Mallard

Mallard stared out at the openness of the empty lake, in sadness of remembrance of her flock, but Pintail, her sister, would never accept her back, not after she learned her secrets, she laid down in the shore, letting some thorns after she fell into thorn bushes, flow out of her feathers and scales as she let out a sigh, not paying attention to her surroundings “Pintail..” She sighed