Feeding the Ducklings
One two three and then many
Clean crisp quack quack quack
You have to see them all not any
Quiet peace in quack no whacks
Making ripples in the cool water
Faint wavy sound from the swim
In the bushes small birds chatter
In the air blue and white hymn
As I offer a crumb on the water
Beaks bend down there and then
Eyes gleam to indicate you matter
Quack quack they call again
Water kisses my bare feet
Trigger to proffer more crumbs
To see how cute the ducklings eat
And in thrill are off their chump
The waves breaking at the ledge
In harmony the happy ducklings
Dark and glow in fleeting cleavage
Sort of heaven on watery nothing
The sky descends and blends in water
Splashes in the nimble feet
Love,-- the great bond creator
Making a poem charmingly neat
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May 8, 2016
Submission for Feeding the Ducklings – Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Eve Roper
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