Summer Night On the River
The fading sunlight angles through the trees –
Strange alchemy that turns the river gold;
And on this balmy night with scarce a breeze
To trouble little ducklings gay and bold,
They sail and scoot around without a care
And do not see, submerged, the danger there.
In silence, in the shallows, lurks a pike.
He’s long and lean with hunger. Lies in wait :
Young ducklings for dinner, that’s what he’d like,
But then, a passing heron seals their fate.
He splashes down amongst the waving reeds
And scatters ducklings safely back upstream,
Apart from one, who paddles without fear
Downstream, accelerates towards the weir !
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