After the Duck

Nasty old man of privilege sneaks onto the morning meadow dawn Accumulated wealth passed on from dad is immeasurable And that which makes him too cheap to shop A feathery delicacy is what he is after Hobbling with Aqualung malice to snatch his prey The duck wobbles plump and awkwardly on the rippling lake Swirling winds mask the sounds on the approach Snot gelatinous comes from the mans nose Dribble from the lips proceed A sneeze would kill the moment He slips into the ice cold water on the sly Stealth is on his side with dirty thoughts and matching hair A wash cloth or soap had never touched his face before This is the closest thing to clean he has ever been The catch comes quickly about the neck Stretched to the limits of life in a quick turn and snap Dinner is served later with a rich black wine No quack is left over or heard from that point on Cognac with a fine Cuban cigar comes next to relax After having duck a twisted smile emerges Followed by curses