DUCKS AND CHANCES
The last time we were flooded,
Our garden became a sudden pond
For the three ducks who flew down
To swim in this new and exciting
Stretch of water.
The cat, furious, hissed at them
Through the rain-swept window,
Paws trying to push through the glass.
But as I watched them,
Regretting the lavender and philadelphus,
I decided that from now on
I would be like those ducks and take on
All unexpected chances,
Refusing to be chased away
Until I had at least paddled in the water.
©2020 Gwen Grant
Poems by Gwen Grant 