Friday, June 10, 2016

an informal treatise on the nature of ducks

A family of mallards
has taken up residence
in the garden, amidst the creeping
and the green hawthorne
where the black snake lives.

It doesn't seem like a
wise choice of
but then mallards are not exactly

They are, however, genial,
also punctual—
marching in each morning
on their marmalade feet,
emerald feathers slicked and glossy,
ready for the ladies.

They are two brothers,
playboys, I suspect—
but sometimes their sister tags along.
Or is it their sister-wife?
You never know with mallards,
and I never ask.

They stick around for
and sometimes they
fly over the fence to visit
the city ducks
with their virgin white

I guess I should tell the neighbors,
but I figure everyone needs
a walk on the wild side,
now and then.


Loree said...

I loved this poem. It really made me smile - especially the part about marmalade feet. I am not sure about that black snake though - I think they should avoid him.

Tracy said...

Sooo SWEET is this, so incredibly charming!! "a walk on the wild side now and then." Oh, yes, we all need that sometimes! ;) ((HUGS))

Shilpa Chandrasekheran said...

Lovely !

Jennifer Richardson said...

Mallards:) You do never know with them.
I love their regal beauty and have also had to restrain myself
from pelting with rock a time or two. I feel sad sometimes for female mallards.

I love the way you look and see....thanks for sharing the lovely with me:)

Linda said...

Leslie, this is such a lovely poem and the photo is beautiful! I love God's nature and find it very soothing and therapeutic. You have a lovely blog. Warm greetings from Montreal, Canada. :)