My lake which took so long to make
Now yellow with Iris-green with willow,
is a the abode of ducks and swans
-and a lone  circling seagull,
Spring was kind this year,
flies in abundance for the ducklings.
warm dry days  no killing winds,
now a thousand little ducks
lie preening feathers in the sun
or splashing in the shallows.
by late summer I shall see-ducks of every colour!