Its leaves rustling in the wind
Limbs holding steadfastly, trying not to bend
Heavenly bamboo bush
Protecting from prying eyes
Gentle, tender Mallard
Incubating her fertile prize
Surrounded by commercial buildings
And a concrete parking lot
She lies hidden in lush landscaping
In her own private spot
Proud Mallard father strutting watchfully
While he guards her from intrusion
To all who come near, he hisses indignantly
so as to keep her in seclusion
She’s oblivious to the hustle and bustle of the workaday world
As she warms her nest, comfortably curled
Soon to hatch in a few short days
Adorable baby ducklings for all to admiringly gaze

© Edith Bael 4/26/02