Five Ducks and a Wolf** In the heart of the meadow where soft breezes play, Five ducks paddled gently at the break of day. With feathers like sunshine, they quacked with delight, As dawn painted gold on the edge of their flight. But shadows grew long when a wolf wandered near, His gaze sharp and hungry; he thrived on their fear. With a coat dark as night and eyes glinting bright, He prowled through the grass while they basked in sunlight. “Come closer, dear ducks,” whispered he with a grin, “I promise you safety if you let me in.” But trust is a treasure that’s fragile to find— The ducks huddled closely, their hearts intertwined. “Your words are like honey,” said one with a sigh, “But sweet can be bitter; it’s best not to try.” So they danced in a circle, their courage alight, Defying his hunger with laughter and flight. The wolf’s patience waned as he plotted and schemed; He’d shadow their joy like a nightmare dreamed. Yet five little hearts beat as one in the sun— They quacked out together: “We will not be undone!” With wings spread wide open and spirits so bold, They wove through the tall grass—a story retold. For friendship is armor against darkness and dread; Together they stood where even wolves feared to tread. As twilight descended on fields once so bright, The wolf slunk away from this marvelous sight. For five tiny ducks had woven a spell— In unity’s strength was where courage did dwell. So remember this tale when shadows appear: Though predators linger with whispers we fear, Stand firm by your loved ones; let love be your guide— Like five brave young ducks who would never divide!