The Duck Catcher

He was a Banker

He was a big man

A kind man

            with a heart of Platinum

Never too busy to say hello

            or give praise for work well done

Always quick to  help

quicker to come to the rescue

And to the rescue he did come

To the mother duck

who had just hatched 14 chicks

outside his window

on the 30 foot ledge

to keep them safe of course

And that day momma had decided

Now was the time to take her brood to the pond

She would glide safely down

But hard concrete awaited those babies she wished would follow

Mother waited nervously

They peeped and cried

but would not jump

The peepers cried for their mother to join or come

Then the Banker left his office and went below the ledge

And the first duckling leapt into his big loving hands

Then another and another and another till twelve did go

 passing each to the mothers fold

Two remained on the ledge—the smallest and last to hatch

They paced back and forth staying on the ledge

The Banker got and climbed a tall ladder

He cupped the babies in his big warm hands

These he passed lovingly

to awaiting hands of kind strangers

When all were safe, like a good poppa duck

He escorted a complete and happy family

to the expecting lily pond

that rippled with the cheers of the throng

from the happy and gleeful crowd

He beamed and glowed and had a smile as wide as could be

A ray of light broke through a cloud and rested on his shoulders

God had just thanked him

He was a Blessed Man

He was the Duck Catcher…

 

Asta Dido