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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

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“Three things are difficult to understand: The work of the swan, the movements of the swan and the mind of a swan.”

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Courtesy of F.M

Courtesy of F.M

Who am I? Chalky wants to know,
Where do I live, where?
Chalky looks me up and down,
Down and up, up and down.

What is the problem? I query,
Wherefore art thou waddling?
‘Tis now my turn, and truly..
I shalt give Chalky the third degree.

Take my pic, hey you! Chalky suddenly quacks,
Lifts neck up high, and with a beaky grin, Chalky..
Ruffles the feathers, spruces and preens,
Makes a pose, all poised and serene.

Click. Adroitly, the camera captures..
This delightful little creature, called Chalky,
Who’s now sharply waddling towards me, but why?
Cackles: Now of you, I take! – Snap! …….. Ouch.

Moral of the poem:

Never trust a wolf in swan’s clothing.

A swan’s quack is not worse than its snap.

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