nothing can replace the calm grace of ducks,
churning feet unseen beneath the surface,
graceful diving motion for food.
gentle calls beseeching kindness, or mercy.
sitting at the edge of the duck pond,
an intruder in my own right,
but here they accept me,
for I am the bearer of food.
she waddles over closer,
looking me in the eye,
that spark of knowing, judging my character,
and she decides I am harmless
and takes the food from my hand,
and even comes close enough to accept my touch.
Author notes
There is nothing like sitting among animals and just watching them, silently communicating and understanding each other.
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Comments
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Ducks are my favourite birds.
One day I'll have a duck pond of my own...
Your poem is a gentle observation of the featherd kind.
An easy read with smooth rhythm to it.
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Lovely
I adore feeding the ducks. As soon as I seen the title I had to read this. They really are just such fun little creatures to hang around and feed. Thanks for the poem, it made me feel calm and happy & reminded me of one of my favorite pass times.
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