The Blue-winged Teals

Six or seven males, and about as many females

Were feeding on the wet soccer field.

I had the females down as mallards

Until I got home and looked them up.

All of them were eating soccer field grass

Moving constantly upon the wet ground.

Then, after I had taken a dozen photographs,
     They took off, without warning, without apparent cause,

 Flying swiftly, displaying color.

They settled at pond’s edge across the soccer field road,

Joining another five or six of their kind. 

It was a good encounter.

--May 3, 2013