at the pond – March 26


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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