They gather at disposal sites,
Either outflows or lagoons, for bites —
Some live and breed beside the daily gush.
I wouldn’t thank you for roast duck,
You never know their past in muck,
As round about they fly to get their fill.
Eating them would cause me gag —
In Pasadena, hunters shoot their bag
Right close to an open sewage swill!
John Tuach
Pynn’s Brook