paddling of ducks
mallard hatchlings learn to swim
fresh pack of quackers
plump covey of quail
rippling waves of prairie grass
breast speckled feathers
homing honks echo
a skein of canada geese
unravels the sky
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a poem in my pocket 
Feb 03, 2020 @ 02:28:20
That last stanza is lovely! Such a good image 🙂
Feb 03, 2020 @ 06:53:08
Thank you, Jane 🙂
Feb 03, 2020 @ 07:39:31
🙂
Apr 06, 2016 @ 16:09:56
Ah.. birds
hOld the
secret
of liFe..
flY
with gravity..
and trUly hUmans
frEE WiLL do this too..
invisible from prey and
predator.. human flys land..:)
Mar 24, 2016 @ 22:07:55
I love this, Lynn…especially the grand finale of geese at the end. 🙂
Mar 24, 2016 @ 22:09:24
😄
Mar 24, 2016 @ 07:07:28
I love the way you described each bird’s ways and homes! Wonderful!