Johanna Emeney


Ducklings - Poem by Johanna Emeney

There are ducklings
around the place this morning—
ducklings that cats dare not disturb
because their lines
are so unnervingly straight,
their mother's quacks
too loquacious
and their fuzzy down
too bee-coloured
to engage with.

Even if one were to straggle,
to drop off the end
like a misplaced preposition,
lost for a moment in the long grass,
no cat would mess with it
because today belongs
to the ducklings
and all the other
spring things
that on some mornings
and some afternoons
are just plain off-limits.


Comments about Ducklings by Johanna Emeney

  • Gold Star - 12,641 Points Ramesh Rai (9/26/2013 10:20:00 PM)

    A good comment from Pradip Chattopadhyay. You have sketched a picture with your micro vision. (Report) Reply

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  • Silver Star - 3,245 Points Pradip Chattopadhyay (8/26/2013 7:19:00 AM)

    a beautiful picture is drawn, springtime theirs, and greedy ones must stay off. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, August 26, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, August 26, 2013


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