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
Comments3
Good write about a beautiful bird.
Thanks, Goldfinch. i appreciate your comment.
A lovely write w c.
Thanks, orchidee. I appreciate your support.
w c,
A very fine write!
Enjoyed it!
~Laura~
Thanks, Laura! I'm glad you enjoyed it!
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