Paparazzi At St Mary's Church (Hunstanton)

A tumultuous crowd of gaggling ducks
Ascend their muddy bank.
Croaking, flapping, nipping, snapping,
Their order knows no rank.

The shy and greedy, sly and steedy,
Surround my chilly stead.
Their burrowed necks now long and stretched,
Their beaks awaiting bread.

They tread my boots with their webbed toes,
They push to reach the front.
A sycophantic audience whilst
I hold the thing they want.

But once my hold has been devoured,
They turn their coloured plume,
And surround the lady by the pond
Who has something to consume.