A Poem from Janet Cannon's  Poetry Room at IsleWrite.com

neighborhood mallards

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

Poem by  Janet Cannon