DIPPY DUCK

Dippy liked to swim around,

Diving for some food,

Came to shore when he got bored,

Or was just not in the mood.

Dippy did not like the winter,

When it was cold and the water froze,

So off to somewhere warmer

Every year with friends, they flocked and rose.

Dippy spent a lot of time,

With own kind and others strangely,

Similar and familiar, landing

On inland waterways.

Natural ponds or others made by man,

Providing it had ashore and

Water with plants and stuff,

He could not ask for more.

Dippy was what we called a Drake,

Our name for a male duck,

A hen is a female one,

Though different from the chicken’s that cluck.

Dippy came every year,

Back to the same old pond,

Gave the impression to those who knew him,

Of this place, he was very fond.

Then one year did disappear,

Never to be seen again.

Away from all the cold flying and pain,

He flew to a place of peace where good ducks go.

I miss my mate called Dippy,

For feeding him, so I did

Lots of bread which I used to throw to him,

While squirrels ran and hid.

For on the land they’d try to steal,

So on water, I scattered some for him,

In spite of the amazing tree-climbing ability,

Squirrels don’t like to swim.

A year later a young duck,

Came sailing by excited,

He gave a cry, Dad said to say goodbye.

I’ll be here next year see you then when I fly in.

© The Two Friendly Poets

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