I awake to a quacking ruckus,
The hue and cry of their fusses,
As rowdy children may quibble
Over a candy morsel to nibble.
Duck's skylark upon the pond
Where winter waved it's wand,
Where the wild ones nosily feed,
Sparkly ice beads cling to reeds.
I wish that pond was far away
So I couldn't hear their play,
Deep in a dandy dream was I
Before their chattering outcry.
This feather bed is comfy warm
After last night's blustery storm
And it's freezing outside I know
Where antsy ducks put on a show.
Wintertime laid a blanket of ice
While I slept in my bed so nice,
Frozen pellets pelted the ground
As I snuggled to quilt's of down.
I can see breath's in icy air
As I yawn and sleepily stare
Then tug quilts over my head,
I dread to rise from a warm bed.
Just outside the bedroom wall
At the pond is a free-for-all,
Wild ducks unmercifully quack,
Excitedly looking for a snack.
Suddenly I hear the hum of wings,
Fluttering to the sky they sing,
Southward they rise winging steep,
I smile and fall peacefully asleep.
©Written by: Kenneth J. Ellison 12-09-06
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