The Mallards

A Poem

Photo by Mathias Elle on Unsplash

I don’t know if
Mallards mate for life but
Whenever I see one
Flattened
On the side of the road
I can’t help
But think
Of the Widow

Thank you for reading. It’s spring time in Northern Maine and the mallards are mating. I love to see them, the male so dashing and colorful, so showy. The female, a quieter, more elegant persona. And yet, there is sadness.