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BIRDS....?

There never was much doubt about l
how birds had come to be...
If any were still lingering
dispelled, they soon would be.
 
I was standing in the yard one day
when I heard a sudden fuss... then  
'round the west side of the house
they came... 'twas thunderous!
 
First came WAK, the self-named duck
with something in his bill
his three hens right behind him
(But that's another tale)
 
The girls came 'round the corner fast
first  Piggs then Rose and Ginger
hot on his little ducky heels  
behind by just a finger.
 
I took off runnin... joined the chase
and soon passed up the girls .
WAK was rounding corner three...
as the mystery unfurled.
 
Having gained a little time
WAK, his bill up-ended
then flipped his prize up in the air
where it hung a while... suspended
 
For just a nonce, two little wings
and feet, I clearly saw... then
that and tail and feathers, all  
vanished down his craw.

A Ve-lo-ci-rap-tor... with feathers
that's what he resembled
Just like in Jurassic Park... the cast is all assembled.
We are no longer in the dark…

And him with such a sweet, innocent little smirk pasted on his bill.
Written by Ely (E.A.Rothwell)
Published | Edited 11th Jan 2020
Author's Note
We adopted a duckling. When he grew up he took over looking after our three laying hens, Rosie, Piggs and Ginger
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