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I never imagined ducks could live in trees
much less whistle.
You startled me on my walk
in Louisiana's marshland—
tawny chest, black
belly, sexy pink beak and webbed feet.
You, with your chorus of friends whistling,
Hey! Look here! Look at us!
Amazed, I stood transfixed, marveling
at the sight and sound of you, so
unexpected
nesting in a hollowed-out willow tree.
Then I remembered things I learned
as a child
in Sunday School: "God made birds to fly
above the earth, in the sky." I wonder,
did God have tongue
in cheek creating you, soprano of trees?
© by Michael Escoubas.
Used with the author's permission.
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Michael Escoubas began writing poetry for publication in August of 2013, after retiring from a 48-year-career in the printing industry. He writes poetry because, early in life, his mother encouraged him. Michael also writes poetry because he believes poetry brings people together and that poets are menders of broken things. He is the author of six collections; the most recent is Ripples Into the Light, a collection partnered with photographs by Vandana Bajikar and designed to rest the soul and calm the spirit. Michael is Senior Editor and Book Reviewer at Quill and Parchment, an online poetry journal. He lives in Illinois.
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Wilda Morris:
Delightful - and educational!
Posted 05/17/2021 08:31 PM
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Anastasia:
I had no idea about this bird! What a fun poem!
Posted 05/17/2021 01:16 PM
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Arlene Gay Levine:
Wit, whimsy and wisdom...wonderful!
Posted 05/14/2021 11:28 AM
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Cathys Sister:
What a lovely, descriptive poem! Looking forward to one day seeing such an impressive duck!
Posted 05/14/2021 11:02 AM
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Carebear10:
Love sexy pink beak and hollowed out willow tree. Nice work!
Posted 05/14/2021 10:58 AM
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