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 ------------------------------------------------------------------ May 8, 2016 Submission for Feeding the Ducklings – Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Eve Roper