Feeding the Ducklings
The ducklings waited expectantly,
Hungrily and wearily,
They saw the bread from afar,
Feeding time! Here they came,
The race began,
They flapped and squawked,
Biting and scrapping
Argued and squabbled,
Aggressively they told each other,
Back off it’s mine!
Hunger had turned them wild,
As they all headed to the child,
She stood there,
Innocently waiting
Excited as they came,
Throwing the bread
All fighting for first place,
Greedily snatching
As much as they could
And attacking each other,
She tried to share the crumbs evenly
So the weakest got some,
As the hungry beaks snatched,
She felt sorry for some,
Her bread was gone,
She thought tomorrow again,
As the scene changed,
And calmness came.
10/05/2016
For contest
Sponsor Eve Roper
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