Ducks and Violence

Around here ducks and humans are close knit. Ducks aren't intimidated of a fancy car barreling down the lane (while the clock confirms you are now officially late for work); they'll walk across the street with that same fuck-you swagger that powers a run-on. Never increasing or otherwise. We almost appear jolly while idling. Sucking in the fumes we realize that if we were to jump out of the car and punch one in the head we'd probably only lose about 14 seconds in the process. But we withhold the very thing that makes these ducks cross toward the water in the first place.