Mother Duck Moira

Mother Duck Moira

Had her eggs in the nest

She sat on the incubate

Mother duck was stressed

All her eggs had passed their expiry date

She was told by  midwife Stace

Still Moira sat on her eggs

She was going to nourish her hatchlings

With fresh fish and bread

Let's have our chicks and forget the rest

We are time pressed

Said  daddy duck

We need to fly away

Daddy Duck was stressed

The duck pond had no more fish

The humans gave them no bread

The time was a ticking bomb

Or else they would be skin and bones.

Mother Duck had three more days left

On the incubate

Then they would fly away

With their new hatchlings

Tracing the route of yesterdays

So she sat and sat 

On her eggs

In her eyes, she had no more tears left;

Her stomach empty of fish and bread

Midwife Stace  had paid a visit to Moira in the morn

Give your eggs up and fly the nest

This sitting is futile.

Said she again.

Mother duck Moira

Pushed Stace away

And sat on her eggs.

Three days passed

She had three skinny hatchlings

Of the hue of duck eggs.

So they flew away 

Mother Duck, Daddy Duck and the hatchlings

To a new  pond full of fish and bread.