Ducklings Poem by james watkin
Ducklings
How commonplace, endearing told.
And how sweet and seemly
Baby-faced, bright enthuses
For Nature's new-born glee.
Their own playground, own parents
Down-toddled, defying;
Downy and flustered! Like themselves
New sensations trying.
And like themselves with a batch
Of childish charms mimicked.
Thin-limbed, inch-billed, no shallower
In sound spilt o'er, frolicked.
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