Tired of paddling in the frigid pond
the ducks are on the move.
Spring has tickled the earth beneath the snow
and they forage for the vegetation that begins to grow.
They're funny
these forest ducks,
wiggling their way
around branch and tree,
maneuvering over root and snag.
With bright orange snowshoes
they waddle along
With an occasional stumble and flap
when one foot sinks too deep.
They look at home,
snuggled
in their warm brown
feathers.
Of course they'd like the snow.
It's nothing more than frozen water :)
