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The Mallard and her Abacot Ranger: A poem for our duck pond displaced duo

The Mallard and her Abacot Ranger: A poem for our duck pond displaced duo

Enjoy my short poem and photos I took of these beautiful ducks at Promontory Point!

Under a canopy of clouds ever so grey,

appears the sunshine with a heart shaped ray.


On a beach where wind-driven waves whisper to shore,
In one breath caressing, in the next, they roar.
At times gentle, like secrets shared in trust,
Then fierce, against the rocks, a relentless thrust.

There stood an Abacot, noble and rare,

His heart aflutter, in the salt-spray air.

Then, through the mist, a vision did appear
A Mallard, grace embodied, drawing near.
Her feathers, a mosaic of the earth and sky,
Caught the hidden sun, a spectacle for the eye.

The Abacot chased, his soul alight

Drawn by beauty in the dimming light.

In silence, he floated as time took flight
Admiring her form in the fading light.

Her beauty a beacon, on this cloudy day
A promise of spring, in the midst of gray.

Alas! he reaches close, dedicated, with no time to waste

Enveloped in aura, with the presence she’s graced.

In her orbit, the world seems to pause and embrace,
A harmony of hearts, in love's tender chase.

With a twinkle in his eye, he began to speak
Words smooth as silk, his heart on the peak.
"Among these waves and the whispers of the sea,
None shine as brightly or as wondrously as thee.

Your elegance, dear, outshines the morning dew,
A beauty so profound, it renews the world anew.

Might I be so bold, to walk by your side,
Through tides and times, with you as my guide?

In your presence, the cloudy skies turn clear,
With you, dear Mallard, I've nothing to fear.
Let's write our story, on the sands of this beach,
A love so vast, it stretches beyond reach."

Her gaze soft, from blur she emerged,
A smile in her eyes, two worlds converged.
"Your words, like ripples, reach my heart, so still,
In this dance of whispers, I find my will.

To walk with you, beneath the clouded dome,
By sea’s soft murmur, where wild spirits roam.
Your courage, dear Abacot, has shown me glim,
In this dive of faith, come quick! let’s swim"

The end.

Hope you liked it :)

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