The Little Lake

Standing on the bank
of a little lake,
a gentle breeze blows
ripples on its face.

Autumn on full display,
fuzzy dark, brown, reeds
stand tall like sentinels
guarding the shore.

Water lilies float on the
surface of the rippled
sheen with yellow and pink
petals, while drakes in
the sky soar

A mallard glides above
the water. His orange
webbed feet like landing
gear, so precise,
set him down.

Under his hunter,
green head, strung
'round his skinny neck,
a tiny white band.

His big, dark eyes
scan the lake,
perchance a duck mate