Calmly gliding across the lake,
Aware the pike a meal he’d make;
His busy feet flip and flap,
Duckling has no time to nap;
Ripples circle his fluid route,
His shrill quick quack is such a hoot;
There she awaits, his tour all done.
With pride he succeeds, acheived and won.
A short poem of love, hope and pride.
LM August 18′