The Duck Rumble
THE DUCK RUMBLE
Like a Bronx street cop I saw it coming : I could bet……
One gang protecting its turf against another’s threat.
The mallards were well past the river-bend just cruising,
Muscling in on eider-land - just asking for a bruising.
Two small eiders, silent smooth, swam without effort around
To the five big green-head mallards coming to face them down :
The eiders called for black-and-white back-up, six en masse
Thinking, yeah. . . . let’s kick some serious mallard ass.
Green-heads picked up speed, leaving a racy wake
Thinking, these migrants gotta learn who owns this lake.
The lead mallard picked his target, readied his beak
Who’s your daddy, he silently thought with no need to speak.
One peck at those eider wings and the rumble would be over.
It was. . . . . . . .the mallards quickly flapped their way back to cover.
Ducks don’t feel the need to kill each other;
Just a flap and a peck and no more bother.
It’s all settled with beak, and signed with plume, agreed.
Their lake had lots of room - no shouts, no violence - no need.
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Entered in Ryan Jackson's Contest "Animals on your mind..."
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