Wild

The wood ducks–truly wild–

we don’t have any year-round

local wood ducks here–

jumped into the air for a more

remote pond as I traipsed

by their flooded field.

With their loud, high-pitched

sounds, I disturbed their resting

without even seeing them in

the reed-filled field.

Then I came upon 2 mallards.

They just looked at me & then

swam on–locals–not too

wild,  migrating from the

north like the other waterfowl

this time of year.

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