Ah What the Duck

Joey died late today
He fell out of the sky
He met a cruel fate that way
Although I don't why
He used to make a quacking sound 
That always raised a smile
Tilt his head to look at me
Made me giggle like a child

In the morning he would come 
And spend sunrise with me
Later on if things looked good
He'd head on out to sea
He always left me feeling good
Except today I'm sad
How could people be so cruel
To do a deed so bad

Some cowards crouching in the swamp
Too camouflaged to see
Shot poor Joey from the sky
And killed a part of me
Joey died late today
He fell out of the sky
He met a cruel fate that way
Although I don't know why
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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Laurie Avatar
May 16, 2018 at 8:31 PM
G'day Jerry ... I'm with you all the way on this poem Jerry - ducks down here live an idyllic lifestyle for most of the year and then whammo! - thanks mate - Lindsay
Wood Avatar
June 27, 2017 at 10:48 AM
A sad tale of great duck! My heart goes out to you man! Great write! - Dean
Flats Avatar
May 17, 2017 at 8:58 AM
Punctured pintails, watta pen tale! Dinner! (that's why) Sweet-sad story, amigo... enjoyed ~ john
Allison Avatar
May 17, 2017 at 7:08 AM
aww what a sad end to poor Joey - loved the clever title lol:-) hugs Jan xx
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