To the Ducks!

Let's raise a toast (or at the least, some half-rotted water weeds) to the ducks of our ponds...

I Came, I Saw, I Snapped

I took my camera to the lake

tho’ I knew, ‘shooting’ ducks was no cake-

walk. With largest photo artillery in hand,

I scanned the waters from the land’s

edge. Certain, there were, ducks a-plenty,

the problem was a-where they wenty:

To the middle they had swum,

wiggling their bright-color bums

in the gloomy gray of Seattle weather.

Even with lens of zoom, couldn’t make out a feather.

Cursing my fate, I raised my lens anyway,

it didn’t matter, I’d patiently try to win the day.

Ere long, fingers freezing, eyes watering in the wind,

a mallard couple showed me some kind-

ness, approached closely, nibbled rotted weeds

while I attempted brave, mind-shattering artful deeds.

“Put finger to the shutter!” I cried,

the ducks just sighed,

I clicked and clicked,

it wasn’t that much of a tricked,

the photons flew

the ducks stay put, too.

So here I present

Photos, with mild lament:

I got me some ducks

It was no small lucks.