The Death Of A Drake

My brother and I went searching the sky

in the days we had not a care

Just him and I, on a day gone by

we went hunting the fowl of the air.

It was a day with no sun, just us and our guns

and not a sound we tried to make

Then without fail, there in the cattails

were ducks, a hen and a drake.

Mallards they were, we had to concur

and a beautiful pair they did make

But on a day with no sun, we'd shot only one

and kill both the hen and the drake.

His gun raised fast, then out came the blast

from the barrel of my brothers four-ten

And what came into sight, as I thought it might

my brother, he had shot the hen.

Though full of buckshot, that hen she fought

to join her mate in flight

But she fell to the ground, then there wasn't a sound

as the drake, he flew out of sight.

After days without number, I started to wonder

why the drake would never leave

But with the passing of time, I would eventually find

the drake only came back to grieve.

He grieved for his mate, and considered her fate

for the reason he lived was gone

But his life it would claim, the ordeal in pain

when broken, their lifelong bond.

As it goes in the song, if you've followed along

a robin will loose its will to live

But make no mistake, upon loosing his mate

his life, he will surely give.

For I like the drake, formed a pair with a mate

and to her my heart was tied

But it wasn't to be, as fate took her from me

it was then, I learned why the drake died.

...It was my brother and I, while searching the sky

on a day we had not a care

I learned about love, and the loosing thereof

from the drake, a fowl of the air.