The mallard is a common duck
Found frequently by pond and stream,
So seldom granted due esteem.
A modest bird, he must have luck
To save him from potential harm,
Preserving his unruffled charm.
The female is a woodsy brown.
In springtime when the mallard breeds,
She makes her nest of grass or weeds.
The male is green on neck and crown
With yellow beak, vermillion feet,
White ring where neck and body meet.
As one familiar to us all,
The mallard's impact may seem small.
But though he is an oft seen sight,
His colors are so bold and bright—
He gives the eye a fond delight.
©2018 Michael Fraley
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