Quack in the Night by StormSage

Little duck,
in the dark,
do you ever get cold?
Where is your family?
lonely little duck,
so fluffy and not very old.


Next to the camp fire,
searching for morsels
of the tasty food people bring;
a woodland duck,
brown, black and beige, except for
the green feathers, so shiny tipping your wings.


Cute little duck,
with your belly fully,
waddle of into the lake; now hidden by fog.
Rest well for the night,
I hope to see you again,
sleeping, perched safe on your log.


(C) Leanne Elliott

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