sweet ducklings upon the grass
playing sweetly to the last
as the sun sets down beyond the lake,
a hot day’s thirst is finally slaked.
Tag: ducks
Anticipating the Autumn Migration
Perhaps this fall
I shall espy a Wood-y
Mixed in among the mallards
Bread for a Circus
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.
RED GLADIOLA 