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Soaring feathers
hurry through November's
storming -

below the confusion, riding lake's
chilly crest, a Mallard lays
in rocking stillness

wings outstretched, no
longer part
of journeys south

often leading season's flight,
raised a family within
the framework of this bay.

He'll miss the fragrance
of Spring's return,
the joy in swooping delight

lifeless, but never forgotten.

Richard Provencher

Thursday, September 4, 2014

Topic(s) of this poem: nature

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Loons are fascinating - - they mate for life, return to the same area of bay where they nest, and have no more than two babies, each parent looking after and teaching one. This fowl is one of my favourite, with their cries ascending the sky in waves of melody.

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S.zaynab Kamoonpuri 04 September 2014

A wondrful poem on mallards in lovely, fine poetic description.! Kudos! Do pls review my latest poem too.

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