Waterfowler's Delight

Waterfowler’s Delight Clouded marshes masking what may come. Suzy's boisterous invitation over yonder grass Dark shadowed spreads set to entice some. As the glow of the East begins to amass. Newly anointed awaiting the first blessing. Old dogs hoping the spark will catch fire. Light of day upon the horizon pressing. Nosing sweet dew upon the poignant mire. Blue and grays approaching whiter shades. Dark decoys amidst water hazed with hue. Breaths of pink winds follow forecasted trades. Nestling in, head up, taking in one last view. Grasses, reeds, trees and limb begin their claps, Rattling and brushing in a standing ovation. Shedding nights tears, tapping coats and caps, Encouraging shivers of warm tingling anticipation. Night choruses blend with day’s percussion Clicks and rasps of metal, wood and springs. Last words, rules whispered in group discussion Silenced by sudden whistling of cupped wings. Glancing at time wishing the watch was there Edging toward one half hour before this sunrise. A single, lonely, echoing report from over there, Waterfowler's delight, peeling eyes to the skies. 09/25/2017
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Pigeon Tart Avatar
September 25, 2017 at 2:17 PM
Breathtaking pen, a fave
Vacek Avatar
September 25, 2017 at 3:24 PM
I and my son looked at each other with a quizzical silent glance of wonderment.
Pigeon Tart Avatar
September 25, 2017 at 2:32 PM
What a divine moment! (I'd probably pass out from the sheer elation lol!)
Vacek Avatar
September 25, 2017 at 2:23 PM
Thank you Maureen. Favorite part this year was a golden eagle taking a closer look flying less than 5 feet over our heads.
Woods    Avatar
September 25, 2017 at 1:43 PM
It's a magical moment as the dawn breaks, anticipation builds and the first trading ducks come in.
Woods    Avatar
September 26, 2017 at 3:32 AM
I love that sound of the mallard as it comes across the sky and then the chuckle of the hens means the fun is about to start. Enjoy your season
Vacek Avatar
September 25, 2017 at 2:20 PM
Minnesota opener was this last weekend. Amazing morning shared with three generations.
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