[27 Oct 2005 Thursday]
I ate a duckling.
Yellow, soft.
With feathers, with wings..a tiny cough.
A baby's meat, is tender.
Some kind,of sickening sweet.
The duckling did no wrong..
Perhaps chose a treacherous path.
I warned the duckling,
Not with me to come.
He quacked his little laughing song.
I giggled back, knowing all along.
First it was his lil webbed feet.
Perhaps next his beak.
I had too....
Keep him here (no running away.)
I had too...Take control (no voices here.)
But he struggled.
Yellow, defiant, so tough.
So I had to eat him.
Enough was enough.
I bite off his head,
Like some kind of predator..
Always on the prowl.
I popped the finish in my mouth.
It didn't last long..
He should have flown south.
I caught him too young,
Like a butterfly..with wet wings...
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