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Befuddled feathered folk

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Courtesy of E.M

 

Two birds wandered along a path, a-waddling;

As feathered folk often do.

“Quack”, said one, “Quack,” again, said he, a-dawdling;

As daydreamers often do.

 

“Jack,” said Mac, the other bird, a-jostling;

“What think ye of us?” he asked, as wise ones often do.

Looking up, he spied the sun and clouds a-bustling;

In windy weather, as they often do.

 

“Ah,” said Jack to Mac, squawked he, a-lumbering;

As befuddled folk often do.

“Dun-no”, cackled Jack, “Dun-no,” along the path a-swaggering;

With brows puckered, as the baffled often do.

 

Mac looked at Jack, Jack looked at Mac, and Jack winked;

As funny bunnies often do.

“After all these years of waddling, dawdling, jostling, bustling,

Lumbering, swaggering, I still dunno…….”

 

“Are we ducks, swans or geese?

Do tell me, please!”

 

Maloquacious © 2019

Angry birds?

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Good morning!

I am out and about among the flowers and trees, the warbling birds and the buzzing bees. With a hop, a skip and a jump—plus a wee stretch of warming up exercises—I begin my daily walk.

Joggers, pink and white, feel light upon my feet. I take in the crisp, cool air; a gentle spring at every step. Briskly, I stride, resolute and firm, and with a cheery smile, I’m on my way. Treading carefully on the kerb, I cross the road and enter the park. Read the rest of this entry