The Horrible Duck

Whirling cartwheels when I was at the zoo,
I froze because of a little duckling wobbling
around me. Then a big duck came
and pushed me. Then it hissed at me
and flew as fast as me. The wind
blew me over. I got up quickly and ran,
and when I turned, the duck was gone.
When I turned again, it was in front of me.
I ducked and ran into the zoo.
"Hurry, Mom. The duck is ripping
my clothing." She didn't care or listen.
It's a nightmare. I saw the duck.
It remembered me. It squeaked
like an old door. The wings were as big
as a table. I fell on the hard cement.
The duck put his feet on my body,
then the duckling took its beak
and grabbed my hair, then rock-climbed
my head. They were quacking at each other.
I never saw them again.