Tag: creataive writing

 This hybrid drake liked to surf the seas, 
 in the foam he would play and turn in 
 whichever way he pleased.
  
 But he was serious in his intent
 of searching for a mate,
 a lovely lady friend to
 forever speak with,
 confide in,
 experience with,
 and commiserate. 
  
 But where would he find her?
 The journey was so long,
 and he had passed many other duckies 
 but never the right one.
  
 He wished for the perfect moment 
 when he and her would lock their eyes
 and a flush would come about him
 and his beak would tremble just so,
 that he wouldn’t be able to even speak
 let alone if he could even try.
  
 So, he continued searching high and low 
 did our dear little drake,
 he passed a shroud of spiky fantasies 
 but they were not for him.
  
 He wanted a hen wholesome
 and certainly down to earth
 someone whom he could walk
 alongside with during life
 not a hen whom he would need to 
 give a wide berth.
  
 Instructions, morals, 
 truths and more,
 he knew that the perfect hen 
 was out there
 just for him,
 the surprise was in store.
  
 All he had to do was wait and continue to look,
 the pastime had become a fervent mission
 and the energy to perform this task 
 was now monumental. 
  
 But it was without any surprise that he came upon 
 the perfect one, 
 she was gorgeous, with spikes just like his,
 sitting upon a glassy pond’s surface,
 a reflective world, 
 but of his presence she seemed unaffected all at once. 
  
 He beseeched her with a honk, 
 a frantic flapping of wings to prove his worth, 
 but she still sat there, 
 eyes untoward, 
 facing on the surrounding grounds. 
  
 He continued to honk and flap just to please
 but this hardened ducky hen 
 would not be appeased. 
 
 With sadness he left the scene, 
 feeling utterly bereft, 
 thinking of what else he could have done
 to heighten and made positive that scene.
  
 A formal undertaking, 
 internal sentiments showing,
 it seemed there was little more he  
 could have performed 
 in that moment they had met. 
  
 With a sudden whoosh from behind him, 
 a being rushed right past him, 
 plonked themselves before his eyes,
 it was the unaffected Ducky Hen!
 With a smile, she began to peck-peck him 
 with kisses and lovingly preen him.
  
 She had been playing a little game
 in those moments when she appeared to not care,
 of his presence she was now so pleased,
 and of this the drake was now happily aware. 
  
 © 2019 Lauren M. Hancock 
also known as Alice Well. All rights reserved. 

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