For MJ

 A duck nest beside an unpumped pool,
debris-laden, a feathered inn. 

A feline banquet surrounds the swill,
the outdoor plumber’s late again. 

An expansive tarp buckles in the mix,
ducklings gone from view, a child slips.

Three sisters twist their braids into rope,
shaking debris from the little one’s throat,
survivors are taking their first flight.