The Ducklings Poem by Marjorie Cook Fisher

Marshlands rustling;
Downy ducks
Nesting near the slimy muck. Watchful mother;
Quivering babes,
Newly-hatched from out cracked egg. Quick the shivers
And the fears-
Soft whispers in their ears: "Sleep beloved, night is nigh"
Seagulls wheel
Down from the sky. Rushes 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 duckling in their nest!