Lilith Rogers
09-13-2007, 11:20 AM
MY BUDDIES
I have two pals
who come to visit now
every time
they see me
down at my river beach.
They swim right up
and quack “Hello”
and stare at me
with beady black eyes.
“What did you bring us
today?”
they seem to say
with their little bobbing heads
and wagging tails--
the male has those two
cute little curls on his.
“Okay, here’s your snack,”
I reply
as I pull a few slices
of stale bread
from my pack
tear it into bite size chunks
and toss each piece into the river
near them.
My buddies
slip from bit to bit
and make the cutest slurping sounds
as they scoop up every morsel.
Then they quack their thanks
give me a backward glance
and slip on down the river
toward home.
Lilith Rogers
September 12<SUP>th</SUP>, 2007
I have two pals
who come to visit now
every time
they see me
down at my river beach.
They swim right up
and quack “Hello”
and stare at me
with beady black eyes.
“What did you bring us
today?”
they seem to say
with their little bobbing heads
and wagging tails--
the male has those two
cute little curls on his.
“Okay, here’s your snack,”
I reply
as I pull a few slices
of stale bread
from my pack
tear it into bite size chunks
and toss each piece into the river
near them.
My buddies
slip from bit to bit
and make the cutest slurping sounds
as they scoop up every morsel.
Then they quack their thanks
give me a backward glance
and slip on down the river
toward home.
Lilith Rogers
September 12<SUP>th</SUP>, 2007