The Muscovy Duck

Image of a duck on a dock at night.Balanced on a half-submerged log, she grooms her fine white feathers as if they are a mink coat, as if she resides high in a penthouse apartment. In January and February, after blizzards and hurricanes, she is still there, no other home but the dock in the Hudson River. The only white duck, a Muscovy, among the brown mallards and Khaki Campbells. Tonight she sleeps on the black water as I sit in my warm, lighted apartment with my computers, television, books, full of supper. Me with my clothes, furniture, doorman, therapist, 401(k), worrying how to live in this world.


Jeanette Topar’s short stories have appeared in literary journals such as The Greensboro Review, Southwest Review, Meridian, and selected as finalists by Glimmer Train.

Photo Credit: Dominic Casario

7 Responses to “The Muscovy Duck”

  1. Alice says:

    Wow! Moving. Packs a big punch for so few words. Thank you.

  2. David Derey says:


  3. Tony Press says:

    This is beautiful.

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