One fine spring morning,
the little baby duck awoke bright and early.
“Time to eat, little baby duck,”
called the mother duck.
He hopped out of the hollow log
and rushed over to the grass.
Yum yum yum!
Delicious green moss.
One fine spring afternoon,
the little baby duck was playing all about.
“Time for a walk, little baby duck,"
called the mother duck.
He hopped out of the forest glade
and rushed over to the path.
Waddle waddle waddle!
What a fun parade.
One fine spring evening,
the little baby duck was quacking quite loudly.
“Time for a bath, little baby duck,”
called the mother duck.
He hopped out of the mucky mud
and rushed over to the pond.
Splash splash splash!
All nice and tidy.
One fine spring night,
the little baby duck was very, very tired.
“Time for sleep, little baby duck,”
called the mother duck.
He hopped out of the tall grass
and rushed over to the nest.
Fluffy fluffy fluffy.
Snuggly and warm.
But, then, the wind howled…
…the eyes glowed…
…the clouds darkened the sky…
But he wasn’t alone.
The mother duck was right there.
She tucked the little baby duck under her wing
and sang a beautiful lullaby.
At last, the stars twinkled.
The glowworms fluttered.
The world fell asleep…
Cute. Expecting more now from you Wordigirl. Good art.
thank you! I might add something more to it soon...
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