Quacking Right (Ducky)

[Performance Center Newbies]

In reeds and rushes, by the water's edge,
There dwells a creature, humble, yet not pledged,
To soaring heights or depths profound,
But to the tranquil shallows, it is bound.

A duck, with feathers soft as twilight's hue,
Glides upon the surface, serene and true.
With every paddle, a ripple is born,
A gentle dance upon the dawn.

Its bill, a curve of grace and poise,
Dips below, where secrets noise,
In underwater realms it seeks,
A world unseen, where silence speaks.

In ponds it waddles, quacks its song,
A melody of belonging, never wrong.
With mates beside, in pairs they roam,
Through golden fields and rushes' foam.

Oh, duck of earth and water's blend,
Your presence, simple, yet so grand.
In your flight or in your quack,
You remind us of the beauty we lack.

So let us honor you in rhyme,
For in your simplicity, there's a sublime.
A creature of the land and lake,
The humble duck, our hearts awake.