The killer ducks
Sleep by day
While militant geese
March around where they lay.
Under a pine tree,
They hide from the sun,
All day long,
Waiting for their nightly fun.
As the moon rises,
Over the dark sky,
They stalk their victims,
By and By.
They go to young couples,
Sitting by the lake
And watch them
As they quake.
12/19/1995
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