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Spring Ducks
The docile ducks toddle out in the sunny morn,
being in the winding file they are never forlorn.
In fluffy random rows the downy ducklings trail,
their frisky frolics aren’t ever listless and stale.
In curly webbed feet ducks scamper to a pond,
where the dancing lilac lilies they find so fond.
In the sunburst dulcet dawn under the sky blue
they slide with the symphony of the spring hue.
Sparkle of gold and emerald splashes all around,
the wrinkled reflections in crystal water abound,
performing in concert with the playful duck pack
on the sound track of their synchronized quack.
In chorus they intone the duck song of harmony,
resonating in the rhythmic reeds swaying in glee.
The rows of the fashioned feathers slickly swing
in the lilt of rippling zephyr of serenading spring.
Copyright ©
Subimal Sinha-Roy
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