Feeding the Ducklings
Feeding the ducklings
on a sunny day,
around me they swim
and play.
The shimmering water
is clear and cool
so I dip my feet
in the pool.
Around me
the ducklings swim,
around me
they play,
around me I beg them
to stay.
But the breadcrumbs
are gone,
so they must move on
and leave me
on the shore.
Copyright © Dahlia Tarver | Year Posted 2016
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