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Duck Memories
Remember grooming in the morning on the lake, the time all that took, and the digging for the fine grubs we ate. Remember grooming at noon, again at sunset and huddling in dark moonless cloudy nights colder than we liked in fall.
That's very beautiful, and moving.
ReplyDeleteso cool that you moved beyond the image and recalled the beautiful!!! steven
ReplyDeleteThank you. All it took was you writing remember...
ReplyDeleteDuck Memories
Remember grooming
in the morning on the lake,
the time all that took,
and the digging for
the fine grubs we ate.
Remember grooming at noon,
again at sunset
and huddling in dark
moonless cloudy nights colder
than we liked in fall.
There's something very touching about a dead bird - all that vibrant life stilled.
ReplyDeleteYou paint a poignant picture.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful photo too.
ReplyDeleteYour poem is awesome ...
ReplyDeletethank you all so much for you fab-u-lous comments...xxx Kay
ReplyDeleteand now you are tasty.....
ReplyDeletenice 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.
ReplyDeleteOh, yes. Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful images in your poem - elegy. Seems that I also the origin of the ducks before they became food...
ReplyDeleteamazing reminder.
ReplyDeleteI like this one, beautiful, even though the first and last line of the poem tugs the heart!!
ReplyDeleteOnce I was beautiful. Now . . . merely tasty. Very thoughtful Magpie.
ReplyDeleteUgly duckling inverted...? That's interesting...
ReplyDeleteCheers,
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