Duck Waddle Walk

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I watch with wondrous humor,
The daily “duck pack swagger;”
Quacking loudly in a lot of Greek,
Upon flying over the neighborhood creek;
And soon, after their noisy morning bath,
They land onto the over populated park path;
Then over and around and on to the corner tree,
Which sits besides my house, you see;
They gobble up their nutty fill,
While trying not to be road-kill;
Then they’ll swagger themselves on back,
To the thick creek fronds, for an afternoon nap.




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