Bread for a Circus

Duck and Ducklings

Mother Duck with her quintet brood
Came onto land for some food
Found I’d arrived with pockets bared
Sniffed and huffed that I’d dared
Greet her without a proper bribe
And swam off with her tiny tribe.


Author: redgladiola

Creative writer happily predisposed to flights of fancy. You can find my poetry and short prose at

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