Sometimes, Late At Night, I Draw Ducks

It started out innocently enough. But then I just couldn’t stop. I tried to hide my pens and sketchbooks, but to no avail. I’d always find them and before long, more ducks would appear. So I should probably seek professional help. But what if ducks make you happy? What if ducks quiet the noise? Am I a sensible, creative soul? Or just a quack?