Bella the white duckling

by Farah
(Peterborough UK)

Waddling in smooth orange flappers,
Then diving in with feet like clappers.
Fur so neat like a blizzard Dahlia flower,
A beak so shiny, does it need a shower?

Eyes too crystal blue as no other baby duck,
With too much fur, think some is filled with luck.
She loves adventures as well as eating seeds,
Though it must be in the shape of small beads.

She waddles calmly through the emerald grass,
The lake she was near wasn’t noisy as a class.
Trees were dancing to songs of the wind’s blow,
The sky was suddenly pink as an Andino flamingo.

Then she dives in the water and finds a lotus petal,
To end her day off she was stung by a stinging nettle.

By Farah K
Peterborough UK