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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