Lines to a Duck in the Park



The long light shakes across the   lake,

The forces of the morning quake, The dawn is slant across the lawn, Here is no eft or mortal snake

But only sluggish duck and drake.

I have seen the morning shine,

I have had the Bread and Wine,

Let the feathered mortals take

That which is their mortal due, Pinching bread and finger too, Easier had than squirming worm; For I know, and so should you that Soon the enquiring worm shall try Our well-preserved complacency.

Introduction Nun's Meditation and Our Lady's Grotto