A lover of birds like myself
One day struggling I found a
injured Mallard duck unable to fly
For over a year it was a pet
I would nurse it and hold it in my hand
I named him Waddles
One day I found an egg and a nest
Waddles was now Margarette
Every day there was a giant egg
In a straw nest in the backyard
My father in law is a clown
Early morning he would bring a goose egg
Told me Duck eggs more nutritious than chicken eggs
and true they were much larger eggs
Making fun of me and my Duck
It worked for a long time until Easter
The eggs were hard boiled and in pastels
A year after Margaret's injury
Mallard ducks were flying over my house flying North
Margarette in my arms looked sad
So I thought--could it possibly be?
I tossed the bird carefully in the air
For a moment I thought she would crash
But then twice circling the house to say goodbye
Off she flew to join the migration
Every time I see ducks flying to Alaska
I Wonder---Could one be Margarette or an offspring?