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TO A WILD DUCK, by            
First Line: Dusk - and you float, serene
Last Line: Only a hunter's prize!
Subject(s): Ducks; Hunting; Mallards; Drakes; Hunters

Dusk -- and you float, serene,
Down to your resting place.

Night. Now you fold your wings,
Safe, where tall tules lace.

Dawn. In the air you rise,
Happy and free, to wing --

Death bursts a thousand ways,
As guns so loudly ring.

Peace from the marsh has fled,
Lost is tranquility.

Gone is your loving mate,
Lonely your life would be.

Sunset. The marsh is still;
Lifeless, no more you rise.

Folded your shining wing --
Only a hunter's prize!

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