Sunday, June 12, 2016

Misting Morning (not just misty)

Today it was our turn.
We didn't just pass them on our walk,
on somebody else's lawn.
They came to our house,
meeting us on the street as we came home,
following us to our door.
Mr. and Mrs. Mallard.
He stood guard while she ate
Ezekiel 4:9 breadcrumbs.

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