Alas, it has been a weekend of work at BirdBrains, so here we present just two verses plus chorus:


Weaving the waves of a luminous lake,
crossing cloud clusters and trails,
floating flotilla docks catkin-clad brake,
westerlies whooshing smooth sails.

White-faced and whistling, team dreamducks arrives,
simply to smile on the shore,
for it's at night that their rhythm revives
leastways, according to lore.

Bobbing their bills to the botswanese beats,
tapping taupe toes to top tune,
billowing russet and black-and-white pleats,
under the shimmering moon.

:>o (whistle chorus to close)

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Written on 2014-05-12 at 00:50

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
This is fantastic, e. That line, "tapping taupe toes to top tune," ought to win you some kind of medal.
2014-05-15 Moods The PoetBay support member heart!
So very delightful the language used here :) You write so well... enjoyed this immensely!

Chaucer Whethers The PoetBay support member heart!
dimpling down dresses dancing dawn dawdling
wearing warm weather wardrobes wave waddling,
:) fantastico duck scenario O' BBP.


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