Ducks

It makes so much sense
That we understand
That stale white bread
Is far from grand
As a mental process
Our concentration
Is seemingly
An indication
Our mindlessness
It disordered be
For offering bread
Is disorderly

Its apparent to us
Because we feel
To leave it to stale
Does reveal
We are unconcerned
And impassively
Seem indifferent to
The quality

Its oversight
Being unconcerned
Its not as if
We haven’t learned
Allowing staleness
It is a distraction
And produces a reaction

Ducks reduce their foraging
An oversight
A disregard
Becoming careless and forgetful
As life for them
Is getting hard

Sloppy thinking
Everywhere
Illogical we fail to card
The inference its bound to be
A bug mistake
Nutritionally

Hand fulls of Thawed out garden peas
Will do better for them
All life through
White flour
And chemical really isnt
any good
That much is true

Feeding the ducks
Lets understand
Our ignorance
Its none to grand
Being seduced by
All this dough
Proves the basic truth
We didn’t know

About Rex Tyler

I love animals. I enjoy writing poetry and delivering speeches.I like to mentor people who need help in preparing speeches and evaluations.I enjoy travel although it is much harder for me these days.I so enjoyed the Andes Mountains and Volcanoes and the Quichua people who live and thrive there.I have lots of friends around the world.
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