I haven't done this before. I don't know if I did it right. But it intrigued me, so I had a go.

I set the timer for 5 minutes and scribbled.

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DUCK!

Ducks, bills and feathers. Webbed feet trample.
I see you, everyone of you.
Ornithophobic vigilance.
Duck, Duck, Goose. Your fierce cousin in feathers.

Duck, Duck for cover.
Hyperventilating, hypervigilant fluster.
Fluster, flutter, fluttering of wings.
Feathers everywhere there's feathers. The ducks, the stink, the ducks.
Surrounded, everywhere.

Birds, no Birds have ever been OK.
Ever since that time, ever since that day.

The moment when I saw you slaughtered, left me far from fine.

Little fluffy ducklings. Little yellow guy.
A far cry from the monster in my minds poor eye.

I know it is irrational, I know you're not so bad,
But every bird to me will leave me freaking out and mad.

As the pen keeps flying, with just that word "fly" I hear.
The flapping beating of your wings, it musters only fear.

Duck again, I duck for cover, though you're nowhere near.
My minds eye and my ears as well,
Manufactured memory creates illusionary hell.

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OK. Well. That is five minutes of ducks my friends, it doesn't look like much, but it was... An experience. 🐣🙇❗

Thanks.

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The photo was taken by @azurejasper and is of a bird exposure week I did, that was more of a flooding trauma of birds on a free-range farm stay than exposure therapy. It didn't cure me.

Prior to going and completing my, "hold a bird challenge," I did a series of bird drawings. The duckosauros bird creature was one of those drawings.