Performed by: Sir Honkingham
Location: a Moonlit pond, 2 feet deep

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{Sir Honkingham enters from stage left.}

SIR HONKINGHAM(solemnly):

Honkerella...
The pond is wide.
But I'm alone.
I float where once
we honked a tone.


{He turns. Slowly. A duck watches. It dares not interrupt.}

You honked,
and I-
I looked away,
By the time I rose,
you'd fly away.

{A single feather detaches from his side and drifts into water.}

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SIR HONKINGHAM(controlled, but unraveling):

You could've turned,
You could've stayed.
Once glance. Once breath -
but no, you strayed.

{He glances upward.}

I watch the sky
go blue then black
and knew youd never
honk back.

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SIR HONKINGHAM(softer now):

I honk now just
to feel you near
A sound to fill
what wont appear

{He honks. A low note. It echoes.}

Each honk a wing
I cannot spread-
Each note a thing
I should have said.

{Wings lift, with small hesitation}

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SIR HONKINGHAM(building to final breath):

And if a honk
is all I keep-
then let it break,
then let it weep-

then let it rise
where once you flew-
a honk to soft
to carry you.

{Head high. Beak trembling.}

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SIR HONKINGHAM(full voice, unwavering):

Hoooo-
Honk.
Honk.
Hoooo-ooonk...
HOOOOOOONK

{The honk hangs. Silence}

{Sir Honkingham remains centre stage}

[Curtain falls.]


Penned by my hand on the 8th of Aeguary, in the year 978 AF.