What a force to be reckoned with.
Their strong wing-beats cutting
Through the air as they shoot
Like colored comets from the sky
With one favorable glance
A flick of the wrist,
Their lengthy necks turn
As one at the new prey
A duckling approaches her
With its twinkling eyes
Evil masked by youth
Mouth open, chirping innocently
She reaches into her pocket
For the left-over roll saved
Just for this occasion,
Little does she know as the masses gather
Plucking an earnest sample
The girl drops it on the mottled green
A smile appearing from cheek to cheek
As the duckling gobbles its entrée
Chirping in satisfaction the duckling
Shakes it’s head, the girl bends
Over and closer in delight
Now the fun truly begins
Feathers cloud the air as
The ravenous winged beasts
Surmount their attack.
Moments dwindle, the scene clears
The half eaten roll is gone
Without a single remnant of its
Existence, the foul waddle
Off in search of new prey
But where is the girl?
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