at the pond – March 26

3.26.2017

mother mallard stands

upon the muskrat house

one foot balanced

and firm

 

father floats nearby

quacking to warn

us off if we walk

too near.

 

see honey, I fought

‘em off. told ‘em

what’s what. I’m

your guy…

 

another bluffing

dad, hoping we

don’t have to get

called on it.

—————

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