Duck Apocalypse

Starting small with just a few ducks
Muscovy and Florida Speckled.
Quite the tranquil scene paddling
on the pond. One plus one makes
two and before you know it
ten then twenty ducklings
scuttling around.

All the boots and inmates stumble
trying to avoid squishing the yellow fluffs.
How cute! Felons squeal and coo as if they
once again are ten year old girls. Bread crumb
trails are strewn about the prison and the
Drood ducks are happy to eat it up.

Bold ducks march into the staff refuge,
canteen, dining room, even bathrooms.
They bill through the sacred trash bags.
Smash and grab. No one can keep them out.

More! More! More bread!

Who is brave enough to face their displeasure
expressed through the products of fowl digestion?
Explosive spatter cannons, armed and dangerous.

They will have their way in the end.

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