The Grey Day And A Duck. Poem by Geoffrey Fafard
The Grey Day And A Duck.
At six am this morning
I was collecting fallen limes
In the grey misting rain
From my tree as is my daily custom
An old mangy duck sheltered there
Seeking protection and a dry camp
So my motley old friend, I asked
What can you tell me of your life?
Well she just looked at me
Fluffing her wet feathers
Not fearing me in the least
Her eyes spoke of trust
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Why would you trust me
Would I not eat you
Would I not steal your eggs
Would I not harm your young
Would I not let the pythons eat you
Would I not chop down your shelter
Her red beak quivered as I turned
And went to the cupboard near the plants
Then returned with a cup full of grain
You are no more motley, no more mangy
Than I, I softly sighed
As I quietly threw her the breakfast
She knew was coming.
Thank you very much for not only feeding the precious duck, but for making her happy and safely trusting. Brought tears to my eyes. Beautiful poem too.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/4/2024 6:13:16 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Diana. Thank you.I am so fortunate to have a virtual wildlife sanctuary surrounding me.It inspires me to write. As I age I see more and more the value of sharing with the beautiful animals of this planet that so gently give of themselves... I am happy that you liked this little story. Cheers, Geoffrey.