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As The Eye Of The Storm
The mallard and his mate are visiting again,
Paddling in our small pond, nibbling on its treasures
I love the sleek bodies shining in the bright sun
Bobbing up and down together in the pond
While plump robins-in pairs -hop along the log fence
And run along the grass in quest of fine morsels.
Blackbirds meander by, companiably searching
For their breakfast also- the Walk-a-Thon for meals.
Strong sunshine adds brightly to the tranquil spring scene
At early morning hours , as pine shadows shorten.
In the muted background trucks, buses, cars pass by,
A few flags fly sprightly. Here, a timeless peace reigns.
I love the seeming contrast- modern and the wild
In the same picture frame-as the eye of the storm.
