Duck Squadron

w c

Duck Squadron

 

He was a happy camper

Who enjoyed seeing the birds

His binoculars spotting

Many undisturbed

 

There from far away

He could see them float

Dipping their green heads

Unaware of his approach

 

Their calls could be heard

When closer there

With flotillas of the birds

In contact everywhere

 

And a squadron flew

Whistling as they went

Against the wind in blue

Skies for the event

 

The birds’ comings and goings

Spectacular in the fall

Like jets on their wings

They banked a bit and called

 

 

 

  • Author: w c (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 15th, 2018 18:44
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  • orchidee

    A fine write w c. They seem to all take off together in the same moment. Whoosh - gone!

    • w c

      Thanks, orchidee. Yes, ducks seem to come and go all together. I enjoy the watching the flocks fly. Occasionally you see solo flights, and you can't help but wonder if they're lost.lol

    • onepauly

      really want to be with peace
      like looking up viewing a flock
      of geese.
      ha! ha!

      • w c

        Thanks, onepauly. I appreciate your comment.

      • Goldfinch60

        Good write, those duck squadrons can be awesome.

        • w c

          Thanks, Goldfinch. I love to see ducks fly.



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