Loma Marjorie Cook
The Ducklings - Poem by Loma Marjorie Cook
Nesting near the slimy muck. Watchful mother,
Newly hatched from out cracked eggs. Quick the shivers
And the fears.
Soft she whispers in their ears.
Sleep Beloved Night is night.
Seagulls wheel down from the sky. Ruses bend,
Provide a cover
Mother Nature oft doth hover, Praying quietly
Till the dawn
Brings new hope upon the morn. That this day
Will be the best
For the ducklings in their nest
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