A PERFECTLY DUCKY DAY(journal #13)

Flap and Fuss

two young and high strung

city pond ducks

slowly paddle by the local city park's

man made shore

taking a nice leisurely swim together

and summer tour

eying each and every bread crumb

that is carelessly thrown either each

his way

to challengingly retrieve

dunking head, neck deep into waters

of a warm misty gray

while Lady Swan

the much too large and unfair Duchess

of the pond

holds her own in this very serious game

steam boating proudly up the already

too busy water way

catching poor Flap with the broad side

of her stout yet stately pose

knocking him nearly a foot away

until Fuss pays her back with a loud

ducky thwack up side her big beaky nose

Fruit Loop Fred

a gargoyle green frog

who's name is for what he most likes to

eat

bears witness to the Fowl comedy from a top

his homely hallowed log

but to him such performance is not a treat

such harsh head smacking and foul feather

attacking is not at all his afternoon muse

for he would much rather see

that is a wise frog such as he

Ducks that love to sleep

making not a single peep

as he too attempts an afternoon snooze

now wouldn't that be sweet

but he soon believes not today

will he for even a single second have

his way

for the not so 'Lady' like Swan has

cornered poor Flap and Fuss

in dire attempt to truss them up

and have the entire pond all to herself

for the rest of the balmy day

and that is how it is in this wild

prattler's pond of play

move about while you still can

and never steer toward shore or sand

for Lord Swan will force you himself onto land

lickedy split!

and for the rest of the longgggggggggg

hot summer's day

there you will sit

and stay and stay

that is when you are not

constantly waddling away

from grabby little toddler's hands that

refuse to quit

there, there now

what 'A Perfectly Ducky Day'

wouldn't you say?...................

(Jan. 19, 1995)










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Thank you for the very nice comment on my poem "A Glaring Presence." Glad it worked so well for you. I will read some of your poems. I just read this one, and I think it is extremely well written. I wrote a children's poem about a turtle. It is meant to be read slowly:

Dylan Turtle's Poem:

~There and Here~

I will never see the sea.
It's much too far a walk for me.

By the time I put my feet in sand
I would be one-hundred-ten.

I will never find the mighty redwood stands.
They're far away in distant lands.

If I started now to go to them
I might get there when I'm one-hundred-ten.

I'll never stroll a great city street.
Getting to it would wear out my feet.

If I started now I would get there when
I turn one-hundred-ten.

But I'm perfectly happy beside this pond.
To get here I simply wake-up, stretch, and yawn.

© Dan Tompsett


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