The Little Duckling Poem by Vikram G. Aarella

Summer was waiting in the wing,
To encroach upon the dying spring,
In a pond I saw this lovely thing
A little brown duckling.

It was basking in the midday sun
Swimming in the water and having fun,
But, why was it alone?
Its siblings, I could see none.

As I looked around a little further
Saw a duck, probably its mother,
Watching its child play with fear
Which may well be the last surviving one this year.