A Surprise Encounter

We debark to the park
To feed the ducks.
The sky is pretty dark.
A pigeon and seagull influx
Bombards our car.
I laugh and scream.
I discard food puffs, like a pulsing star.
I'm having fun with our failed duck-feeding scheme.
Food flies, while I run.
I don't want bird poop on my head.
The food is all gone. Now we're done.
I'm sad the ducks weren't fed.
Yet, bread and puffs didn't go to waste.
The sky-rats will be back, since they had a taste.