Marjorie Cook Fisher
The Ducklings - Poem by Marjorie Cook Fisher
Nesting near the slimy muck. Watchful mother;
Newly-hatched from out cracked egg. Quick the shivers
And the fears-
Soft whispers in their ears: "Sleep beloved, night is nigh"
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!
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