Poetry Month: Dear Duck 10 of 30

Oh, dear duck
from the sky you see,
the body of water
that calls to thee.

But, oh, dear duck,
do not be faked.
It's not a pond,
for goodness sake.

It's not a lake.
It's not a creek.
It's not the home
that you now seek.

Though the water's
calm and still;
you won't find food
to fill your bill.

Don't come here
to make a nest
or lay your eggs
or take a rest.

But please stop by
to play and float,
to take a bath
or clean your coat.

Oh, dear duck,
you must still roam
find a better place
to be your home.

© Cathy L. Mere, 2015

We have quite a pond in our backyard.  Days and days of rain have made this a favorite stop for ducks passing through.  Some years we have had ducks decide to stay only to find their beautiful pond quickly goes away.  

Thanks to Margaret Simon, Leigh Anne Eck, Michelle Haseltine, Linda Baie, Julieanne Harmatz, and Kevin Hodgson for giving the final push.  We are linking using the hashtag #digipoetry.  I have to also thank my everyday poetry mentors Mary Lee Hahn & Amy Ludwig Vanderwater.  They continually inspire me.  You'll find more poetry on the sidebar. 

It's Poetry Friday!  Stop by Laura Purdie Salas's space where she hosts today's parade of wondrous words.