Let us say we were favourably impressed - this Duck
didn’t say, get off of my patch quick or I’ll beak ya into
pieces - far from it; the implication was Podge should
engage with him in a bit of run and chase - & it would
necessarily include a bit of swimming with occasional
aerial stints thrown in just to enliven proceedings - so
much so the barking disturbed tranquillity of a ‘magic’
air in the place such Podge was told to be quiet
In the event Podge played that Duck’s game only for
a few minutes, all uneventfully, thereafter ignoring its
presence as if he knew a con-job in the making; try &
fool my companions he suggests - unless you’re into
tossing sticks I’ll fetch out of any of the creek’s pools
you’ve professed to be your exclusive territory
So this bewildered wood duck quietened, & watched
quite amazed as Podge taught Georgia & I the ways
that would keep him entertained in the quiet reaches
of Bungo Creek …
© 18 January 2016, I. D. Carswell
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