Feeding the Ducklings
Feeding The Ducklings
While picking up my little daughter from school
We were to follow the path passing a pool,
only to watch ducks and ducklings
swimming, playing, gaily giggling.
Blowing breeze over water was soothing and cool.
My child was to throw bread-piece from pocket
or to hit tiny fruits with her racket
to drop those and float on water surface.
Flock of ducklings swam on rapid race
to swallow floating fruits on prompt attempt.
On her primary school days that was a routine.
Feeding of ducklings was funny and fine.
Merry ducklings always follow duck
Amusing cheerful calls ‘Quack-Quack’.
A sweet remembrance of my child and mine.
05/12/16
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