Ducks

Meow to the cat
Realizing that it’s servant
Is actually the hand that feeds
Which doesn’t bite or claw but purrs
And gets fat with weight of a good owner.

Woof to the dog and her loyalty, a bit crazy
Yet simple in the way that says feed me,
I shall defend.

Quack I say to the ducks,
Quack. Stop sighting travesties,
On my lawn, a hand feeds you too.

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