neighborhood mallards
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strutting and prancing
and quacking out back in
the chin-high marsh grass
among frog sounds on the
pond other mallards glide
lazily in their leader's wake
while several fly over us
delicately goading my husky
dog stares keenly panting his
tail wagging furiously hoping
persistent patience invites the
flock to swoop within reach
for one generous nanosecond
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Poem by Janet Cannon
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