That's very beautiful, and moving.
so cool that you moved beyond the image and recalled the beautiful!!! steven
Thank you. All it took was you writing remember...Duck MemoriesRemember groomingin the morning on the lake,the time all that took,and the digging forthe fine grubs we ate.Remember grooming at noon,again at sunsetand huddling in darkmoonless cloudy nights colderthan we liked in fall.
There's something very touching about a dead bird - all that vibrant life stilled.
You paint a poignant picture.
Beautiful photo too.
Your poem is awesome ...
thank you all so much for you fab-u-lous comments...xxx Kay
and now you are tasty.....nice i think we lose some of that connection to where i food comes from...nice bringing it out...
A poem that surely meets with everyone's approval.
Oh, yes. Beautiful.
Beautiful images in your poem - elegy. Seems that I also the origin of the ducks before they became food...
I like this one, beautiful, even though the first and last line of the poem tugs the heart!!
Once I was beautiful. Now . . . merely tasty. Very thoughtful Magpie.
Ugly duckling inverted...? That's interesting...Cheers,Arnab Majumdar on SribbleFest.com
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