Down by the brook where the wild rushes grow
Making their nests in the rush growth there,
Away from the stream where the swift waters flow
Migrating ducks safe their fledglings bear.
Singing their songs in joyous praise,
Seeking their food in the mud banks near,
To hastily return when alarm calls raise
Sheltering their fluffy brood from man with fear.
Men on the bank scan the brook too and fro
Loading their guns as they think of the spoil,
Dogs on their leash straining ready to go
Eveready for the chase, and faithfully loyal.
Barking with joy when a lone duck falls,
Seeking their prey in the mud banks near,
To hastily retrieve when the master calls
Knowing with their masters they need not fear.
Later in the day with the hunters returned
Back to their homes with their days catch in tow,
Ducks re-appear ‘tis a hard lesson learned,
Man’s a dangerous predator as all ducks know.
Beautiful stream, though unsafe to swim
Back in the rushes their safety lies
Away from the light in the bulrushes dim
The ducks dream of safety in north tundra skies.
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