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 © | Year Posted 2016

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