muskrat nibbling young grass
with honking goose mothers
it's a ball of fur softly moving
i was gathering black berries
filling up my tiny plastic bag
when this creature came to me
i thought it showed up to catch
one of pretty week-old gooselings
roaming; picking grass shoots
she doesn't mind either but eat
all was distracted by two ducks
to share rich space for the flocks
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