Ducks Can't Fly

If birds had feathers they will not hang  
On grills, spiced up, roasting aroma 
Feeling the air, with juice  


My taste bud, ready to engage  
Consumed, my lips left with evidence  
Of my indulgence   


If birds have feathers 
Oh but they do   
Well before being unplugged   


Oh but they do  
If birds had feathers to fly 
They would not hang on grills


For they will know to fly 
And not walk, or run, slow enough 
To be caught, by the man with no feather