The Rape of the Duckling

On my hanging balcony
Three stories overhead,
I chanced this morn to oversee,
As dawns first light was shed,
A crime that made me wince in shame
For all humanity.
A wayward youth had made his aim
The trapping of a ducky.

Now Mother Duck had brought her brood
To bask in morning sun,
And found this young man rather rude
To make her ducklings run,
But didn’t grasp his full intent
Until the deed was done,
And found her ducky heart was rent
From peeps of her young one,

And fearfully she quacked, concerned
For her dear child’s demise,
As thoughtlessly the young man turned
To make off with his prize,
And off he ran, his toy in tow,
Quite heedless of her cries,
As she chased after, all too slow,
Regardless of his size.

And of the grown ducks looking on,
Most aided  in her chase.
Their angry, ducky hearts were drawn
To help her in her case.
And silently I watched the theft
Within my hiding place
That left the mother so bereft,
Duck frantic on her face

And never did I speak a word
To stop the crime unsavory
But held my tongue although I heard
The anguish of the aviary
So my honor has been blurred
Now shamed by feathered bravery
How oft do we stand silent by
When faced with human knavery.