THE GREBE, THE MALLARD, THE LOON The grebe dove deep for a mullet, The mallard could but dip its head. The loon swam down like a bullet, And right past the grebe the bird sped. The loon made the grebe quite upset, For the grebe claimed it was there first. The mullet hadn’t seen them yet, Little knowing its luck was cursed. The loon and grebe began to fight, Attacking each with a strong beak. The mallard was sick at the sight, For seeing blood made it feel weak. When it seemed the loon was done in, The grebe turned to spear the small fish, But the loon, determined to win, Snatched the fish for its own main dish. The mullet by now was quite dead, And when the grebe next hit the loon, It floated to the top instead Of swimming in the deep lagoon. The mallard was then elated To see on the surface its meal. Quickly, the mallard then ate it, But sharing the fins with a teal. The moral of this silly tale, Is nothing that’s very profound. It’s that docile birds will prevail, When grebes and loons are tightly wound. © RickMack (jotoma@bellsouth.net) ~THE WRITERS' CORNER~