A Bird Mother’s Love
Beneath her wings, the world grows small,Soft feathers warm the chilly morn.A mother duck, her call so calm,Guides her brood from dusk till dawn.In each step, she shows the way,Through quiet ponds, ‘cross lea so green.Like human hearts, she fears the fray,Her vigilance remains unseen.Her love, a shield from rain and wind,In tender care, their…