The Hunter in my Head

There are duck-calls in my head
that go off every time I think.
Often, the insistent honk
of geese follows, as does

A man dressed in dark brown.
I've heard rumors that one
does not need a hunting license
in my head, though I still don't know

Where the man came from.
When I try and think through
this problem, he starts shooting
or calling ducks, and I simply can't

Hear myself over the noise.
I once asked him to quiet down,
but he just stared at me
and fluffed the feathers of

The mallard he was holding.
I can only imagine what his wife
must think of him spending
so much time in my head.