by Richard L. Provencher
3/17/2011 / Poetry
Feathers no longer soar
through November's storm. Riding
lake's chilly crest
a Mallard rocks in stillness
outstretched wings at rest.
No more journeys south -- often
led season's flight
raised a family within
of this bay. Now to miss Spring's
in swooping delight.
Lifeless -- not soon forgotten.
Richard L. Provencher
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