Marvels of nature

The new shoots of grass peeking ever so slightly,
Above newly ploughed ground,
The moist earth being pecked at by a duck,
Its silky feathers glistening in the sun.
Marvel at the warmth,
Buried beneath layer upon layer of delicate down.

The creaking sound of a weary old tree,
As playful children climb among its leaves.
A swinging foot, startled to feel,
A duck’s bill,
Nibbling away at a stray lace.

The sound of a lone grasshopper, chirping,
Breaking the silence of the night.
Disturbed by a duck’s short and sharp quack,
As it waddles towards it, on webbed feet,
Bill ready, stomach hungry.