stroppy the duck

The duck, truculent
from having her down
taken and transformed
into luxury comforters, quacked

like a trumpet and tracked
down her fluff to the bedroom
where it lay packed softly between
layers. She struck

and she struck,
truncating the duvet
and tearing and tossing
the stuffing about, 'til
the whole bedroom lay

beneath translucent layer

of gauzy-soft down,

and then waddled out.