Effortless they fly almost as one Alighting by my window from the lake, Speaking in a tongue I understand Occasionally eating from my hand, This daily ritual of give and take
In which I am the true recipient, For I receive their trust, they my food. Their bodies glisten as with crystal tears. For me they leave behind their innate fears, Mallard friends, my feathered brotherhood.
An iridescent magic in the sun, A oneness that I rarely feel with man At times they simply come and fall asleep Before my door and I this compact keep, A careful steward of a sacred clan.
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