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Contest entry for Taboo Words |
| JULY PROMPT: FEEDING THE DUCKS taboo words: feed ducks drakes beaks bread quack Feathered flocks awaiting sustenance There daily by my pond Impatiently swimming, or waddling. We’ve formed a kind of bond. “Don’t come too close, “ they honk a warning, “Or we’ll fly fast away. But, we’ll gobble up this yeast buffet That you have brought today.” Each day as the sun breaks ‘cross the sky, And lights the water’s edge I hear a great cacophony Over the garden hedge. My fowl friends are loudly beckoning, They know it’s time to eat. I’m not sure who gets the greater joy, When we at sunrise meet. |