His claim he staked, the mallard drake
Beside a little pond
Two female ducks were round about
They would return anon
He watched me work all morning
A feather he would preen or peck
I reciprocated his respect
And studiously ignored him
He was content until I went
A bit too close for comfort
His head and neck he laid down low
His movements they were slow
As if to bid the executioner
Or will the grass to grow
Apr 14, 2012
Apr 14, 2012 at 8:28 AM UTC
His claim he staked, the mallard drake
Beside a little pond
Two female ducks were round about
They would return anon
He watched me work all morning
A feather he would preen or peck
I reciprocated his respect
And studiously ignored him
He was content until I went
A bit too close for comfort
His head and neck he laid down low
His movements they were slow
As if to bid the executioner
Or will the grass to grow
To Edward
