El Pato ----iando

When my father got angry

The top of his bald head turned red

Gunmetal blue eyes bulged behind glasses

His rage,

Combined with his short steps,

Knee lifting walk,

Feet splayed as he trod

And the flip of grey

At the back of his otherwise

Bald head—

I muttered, calling him

El Pato Rabiando

The Raging Duck

I’m not proud of this

Today, justice was served,

I was walking quickly across campus

Caught my moving reflection

In a mirrored window,

Lifting my knees

Higher than normal

As I took rapid, short steps

Feet splayed every time I stepped

Gunmetal blue eyes

Grey hair flipping up

The top of my bald head red

Looking just like him

I wondered

What kind of pato would he call me?