It’s well into the fall
Where are they now
Miss watching them bow.
They would paddle down stream
Get in line like a seam
Quack all along the way
The stream is empty, such a lonely day.
I pretend to watch them bathing
Dunking and grooming and wings waving
I can hear them squawk
As they line up in a flock.
Seems like they went astray
I wait and watch most every day,
If only they would send me a note
But the raven said ‘never more’ in a quote
Copyright © douglas pederson | Year Posted 2019