I sat on a rock and stared At the wisps of cloud Obscuring the blue of the sky The grey drew nearer And I realized it was not merely grey But aqua, navy, burnt, and yellow I tried to scream No words left my mouth
Then they left the sky
Plummeted to the earth
From the shelter I had taken only seconds before
I saw them
Those ducks
Those stupid ducks
Those stupid suicidal ducks
Destroy what remained of my garden
May one thousand starving rednecks boil you alive
As I watch my garden be avenged.
Constructive criticism welcomed. Thanks to Ena for the idea.