Catcher in the Rye

Whitney

Harris Macklin

I was so tired that day from driving around

I thought I was done for the night until I saw Holden

From the first sight of him, he seemed kind of odd

He was a tall gangly kid, with short dark hair

He told me where to go and I listened

I wondered what he was doing by himself so late at night

I would glance at him through my mirror observing and studying him

He seemed quit normal

After time, we exchanged our names and sprung up a conversation

We talked about this and that and then he asked an odd question

Ducks, where do they go in winter he asked me

I couldn’t really give him a straight answer since I didn’t know

I brought up the fish instead and told him what they do

Fish remind me of myself

Myself as a fish stuck in a pound with no where to go

Stuck in one spot for the rest of my life

Holden I thought of as a duck, free to go and do what he wants

But unknowing of what is coming and what to do

After talking to him I saw part of myself in him

When we reached his destination I asked the last question

Would Mother Nature let the fish die in their own environment?

And I answered my own question; no they would survive