Lake Scene With Ducks Poem by Sonny Rainshine

For a moment let’s not consider
the beauty of the mallard
paddling, paddling on the lake.
Overlook her irridescent shawl
shimmering green like a silk kimono;
ignore her resplendent composure
as she drifts in spendor
like Cleopatra’s barge.
Disregard her breast, chestnut hued,
a mahogony bib,
and think nothing of her hind-feathers
like soft gray cummulus clouds.
Concentrate instead on the wake,
the silver trail left behind
as she’s paddling, paddling on the lake.
Take note of reflections,
the expanse of water, the trees,
bordering the water. The sky—
and its reflection.

Now, close your eyes
and consider the beauty
of the bird itself