The Little Lake

The Little Lake

Standing on the bank 
of a little lake,
a gentle breeze blows 
causing ripples on 
its face
Autumn is in full bloom,
fuzzy dark brown reeds
stand tall like sentinels
guarding the shore
Water lilies float on the 
surface of the rippled 
sheen, with their yellow 
and pink petals.
While drakes in
the sky soar
A Mallard glides above 
the water. His orange 
webbed feet like landing 
gear, gently set him down
Just under his hunter 
green head, strung 
around his neck 
is a tiny white band. 
With big bright eyes-
he scans, left and right,
looking for his future
duck wife

The Little Lake

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