An Eruption of Ducklings
A dog barks
on the trail up ahead,
nosing into the wood,
his leash stretched
to its limits.
A squirrel, I’m thinking.
But when I reach
that spot
I’m startled instead,
by an eruption of ducklings:
this fumbling flurry of yellow fluff,
a convoy unaccompanied, unattended,
tumbles from the tall grass,
spills, scrambles onto the path –
a rumple-feathered,
muddled,
adorable jumble
of baby birds.
Disheveled, in
apparent disarray, they
scurry ahead forming
a huddle –
binding together
and disengaging,
separating and
recombining
in conspicuous confusion.
Lickety-split eleven
ducklings
plop into the
pond
paddling for all
they’re worth –
a delightfully
ducky skedaddling.
Their seemingly
mussed tussle
(I am convinced) is actually
a finely
orchestrated distraction,
instinctive
defense
designed to foil
potential predators
such as this
disconcerted wanderer
too startled and
charmed
to capture
anything
but a smattering
of haphazard
and fuzzy
photos.
PSC/2015
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| photos by PSC / 2015-June |
So wonderful! Thank you for your delightful share of fluffy fun :-)
ReplyDeleteAhhhh, thanks, Sara! So glad you stopped by to enjoy those little balls of fluff! :)
ReplyDeleteGreat action poem, Pamela! Easy to visualize the moment with these ducklings!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Patricia! So glad you enjoyed my ducklings! They were truly adorable! :)
DeleteThanks for the summer link to John Denver's song, one of my all-time favourite musicians, so talented. Glad that we still have his music. Saw a documentary about him last month, interesting! Happy summer days! :)
ReplyDeleteHe's a favorite of mine too and seeing that documentary was a joy. Brought back a lot of old songs and good memories. Thanks for stopping by and commenting. I enjoyed your "visit"! :)
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