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Adventus

Mandarin Duck


The day is dull. The trees around the lake
are almost bare and shiver in the mist.
The birds are scarce. A single mallard drake
just paddles past, not looking for a tryst.

The dwindling yellow willows whisper, though,
as if they have a secret. Will they tell?
Their low trails stir we wonder what they know
and then the water ripples, starts to swell.

A little arch of branches shows and spreads,
reveals a visitor. A mandarin!
Resplendently attired in ruby reds
and sapphires, ginger-golds, and dazzling grin!

The sun bursts out and fanfares fill the air,
a symphony of calls from moorhens, coots
and swans. George Swan approaches, with his glare;
the duck departs, towards the willow roots.

Felicity Teague

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