WILDfowl

One too many duck friends say goodbye // can conduce a duck's mind beyond mad // Or to hear the hunter's whistle blow // the mating sounds of your friends begone. // One bad day is all it takes to make // a healthy duck take the feral ways. // Now the hunter's chill go down their spines // as they hear their mates calling from the night. // A duck's craftmanship with no logic plead // makes a human whistle blow instead. // For the next thing heard after your friend's call // Is the sound of a double barrel blow.