Birds sail past our bedroom
window each morning at daybreak.
Coffee on, we watch from bed.
Mallards wing
east
to Lake Whatcom
ready to dabble weed and mud.
Some swim with ducklings, some alone.
In our group of two
we rise
and fry eggs.
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Birds sail past our bedroom
window each morning at daybreak.
Coffee on, we watch from bed.
Mallards wing
east
to Lake Whatcom
ready to dabble weed and mud.
Some swim with ducklings, some alone.
In our group of two
we rise
and fry eggs.
I am a bird lover and loved the imagery and irony in this poem! Wonderful! Great start to the Poetry marathon! I really loved the line “ready to dabble weed and mud.” Perfect!
Thanks, Ingrid. I love watching birds. So beautiful and interesting.