Two flights of ducks impressed us
as we walked the dam, forty birds
dismount from wings which hang
in air above the plane, gliding
in with ornate ease.
Excited dogs dash eagerly to swim
the chase, heads a-bob their pencil
wakes write random lines, breaking
rhyme to twist and turn and
make no way.
Today they swim again without
success as is the case most days,
it takes determined dogs and
stamina they don’t possess to
best a duck.
The wary quacks have learned our
dogs don’t need too much encouragement
to leave their space, they swim in fun,
pirouette with grace and take to wing
when sense dictates the show has run.
© 8 April 2008, I. D. Carswell