The Drake

The Drake

 

Not all can be drakes, he said

One fine day to me

Some have to protect the eggs

And be difficult to see

 

Some must be still, he said

And quiet on the nest

With the lucky ones in cavities

Where they get their rest

 

Swimming along the pond

Little ones are downy and new

And to their mother they belong

All camouflaged there too

 

Drakes catch the eye, he said

Of friend and foe alike

And many of them try

But shine both day and night

 

Hens expect some flash

When it’s time to mate

And that is just fine

As everyone sees the drake