Dutch Duck.... Poem by Sylvia Frances Chan

Studying the direction of flying ducks to find their original habitat is not a simple routine, but rather needs a humanitarian poet, kind to animals, a poet who sees the beauty of the visible and invisible universe with her special poetic eyes, differently from the rest. brilliant dear talented poet, it deserves 5 stars

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residents say this duck's home is in our neighbourhood is this the same duck from that flying formation? from which country from which nation? the dutch ducks always fly in formation to the south i must confide last eventide i could not swallow that bit duck in my mouth...

I hear quack, quack now after reading this poem. I quote few lines from your poem: how can i know about that? my beloved bought a delicious BBQ duck last eventide kept me thinking all the night............Hence when you woke up it was duck all around...singing, flying, bathing, swimming....Liked your poem Sylvia Madam 5 Stars.

Lovely poem Dutch Poetess. Ummm....yah.its like eating someone you know. Make sure he buys Australian duck only.

你是否知道自己有没有人知道他的想法是什么🤔

I could not swallow that bit duck in my mouth.As I understand you could not swallow because the duck was from your neighbourhood.Thanks for love for some thing from your neighbour.Excellent.

Amazing! I liked this fabulous poem....5 stars

This is simply excellent....

Superb piece.....thank u.