this morning one duck sails south
past the dock, so quietly
last night
a group of seven
a tight-knit band
plied the same waters
and earlier
eleven braved the channel
alive with motored crafts at the time
all shapes and sizes
but none as at home
as this lone duck
7:02 a.m.
it's time for quiet thoughts
time to listen to a line
or verse of nature's prose
writ upon a breeze
["It's time for quiet thoughts... writ upon a breeze": photos GH]
more fishermen will start
their engines soon and rattle by
then the daily din
of more human enterprise
will hold sway and chase
the wary ducks away
but now, with one duck
disappearing from view
it's time for nature's breath
to tell another tale.
gah
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