My group of friends is beginning to thinnWe are those eight ducksnStill swimming in the rivernWhen it's twenty degrees and counting downnThe hoarfrost is stickingnOn each feather, wing, and beaknnI am an only childnNow a lonely adultnIf you watch me you'll see I retreatnEarly in the gamenAnxious to play the hermitnEven now I am doing it!nnI am not in a place where I can appreciatenEfforts to unshell menAt this point in timenI am not in a place where I can get anything out of itnIt's laughable when you think about itnnThe hoarfrost is thickeningnOn each feather, wing...