On Dappling Pond
a poem
White, crisp half-moon, the blue crested melt to ruddy hind swoop. Tawny wings tucked under, belted by royal blue. Sleek chest, brazen blue as ocean-deep. Neck ringed in maple majesty lace. Enlightened, resplendent, spectacular.
All nature’s paintbrushes! Were they hog hair or badger? Were they rinsed clean in muddy waters encircled by sawgrass; sandy-fawn stippled?
The mandarin navigates, whisper-smooth and waggle, the Carolina grasswort; rising variegated greens wind-bent and skyward. Mucsovy regards the radiant fowl, disturbed at such reckless abuse of color… for one dappling duck? Pinkish beak dipped under, up with a snail? A snail! Vexed, perturbed, Muscovy waddles, plops with a splash and a glide, nature’s sculptor’s pride, its gnarly head held high.

When I was in college working toward my Bachelor of Science in Environmental Science, I was fortunate to be able to take a class in Ornithology. You will often find bird motif in my work, reminiscent of this inspiring time of my education. I hope you have enjoyed On Dappling Pond, a quirky look at the variance of “beauty” among the ducks — apparently some of them quite snarky about it!






