Regret Worming In

Heading towards the tall trees in the distance I start to have a feeling in the pit of my stomach It’s a feeling I couldn't seem to ignore…hunger So I headed to the ground to rectify this I swoop in by a nice tree in what looks to be a park where tons of families are gathered One kid attempts to throw bread at me a moment after I land It hits me in the head, I give a warning “Quack” and fly under a nearby picnic table It had just freshly rained as I flew through the night The mud splashed against my front feathers leaving me flicking my beak against myself vigorously Soon after I got the most of it off, my precious breakfast was served Fresh earthworms for the taking, unknowingly making my beak water I gobbled up at least 20 before making my way to another nearby tree I plopped myself down and was soon greeted by a flock I became uneasy, an overwhelming blanket of emotion showered me They soon asked me my name and where my flock was I became sweaty as I saw my brothers and sisters, mother and father staring at me in the distance They were teaching us how to survive and I remember going off on my own led by my own curiosities When the creature I was inquiring about scurried into the woods, I came back to where my family had been To my surprise they had gone, a much larger orange creature lay before me, snarling Only feathers remained as I flew away as fast as I could I now see the other ducks staring at me as tears once again were flowing from my eyes All I could utter under my beak was “Gone”