Mallards Poems - Poems about Mallards

Bottoms up in the brook a-babbling topside down ducks a-dabbling wings in webbed feet a-scrabbling omnivorously grazing on the dunk beneath the water for insects sunk yet in the U.S.A. above below but not abaft they rank 7th most-hazardous bird to commercial and military aircraft and as a high-flyer at least one duck was struck and it's hard to beat at a cruising altitude of 21,000 feet ...

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Merry mallards, Upon honey waters, Away, From all the bustle, Merry mallards, Upon the lakeshore, Kind and warm, As the curvatures, Of a womans hip, Cool and chill, As the evenings wine, Merry mallards, Caressed, By irises, Sunshine, And sweet moonlight Reynaldo Casison...

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Sitting waiting, waiting for the light, anticipating the retreat of the night. The mallards have gathered awaiting their feeding. They always appear to be fiercely competing. A song birds trill permeates the air, spilling out it's chords, tender, fair. A boisterous crow joins the conversation. Flying to and fro with his long winded explanation. The full moon fades tucked somewhere far away, as...

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I watched the Mallards on the lake The females fighting off the Drakes, Those girls they fled across the pond Some flew off to far beyond, Eventually they all found pairs For each of us needs one who cares, Love, be it fate or luck We all seek it, even ducks....

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A Spring chill in the air and sunny sky beckons me To walk the Riva Ridge. Heavy rains filled wetlands too Which creates glorious views and home for a pair of Mallards upon the return of Spring each year. Decayed and Fallen trees enhance this wetland with a mystic flare. Soon the Sun's warmth will bring out...

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Two eider pilgrims scooping shadows like nestlings under cedar wings...

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The late night storm rushed into the valley, Pouring down, Creating the sleepy ambiance only a mountains lull can provide. The crisp damp air crackles to life at lights first caste over the mountain, into the valley's scenic overlook. This... this was the type of Bedford Morning Dr. Andrews must have thought of when he first bought the...

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Lurking sun behind high trees, Winking slit at frequent breeze, Beside was ocean spread long, Motion hides curious pride prolong intrepid waves too rush bright, O'er open moisture shell delight. As sailor goes somewhere light, My enthusiastic step dashed slight. Little congestion were prizing there. Children's cry with bodies bare. Abrupt, I feel soft voice puffing, At distance bicycle two girls coming. What they bore transparent base. Deem...

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Early morning winter breeze finds me wading waist deep in murky water where in the darkness enticers precisely placed wait unwearyingly to execute their master's will knowing from the easter heavens they will come in free flight sounding a characteristic note hunting for mates while sun's rays rain among trees illuminating hunter-green heads ...

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