Wild Mothers
Wild and Strong.
Gentle and Loving.
Mother—Huntress.
Fast—Slow.
Blood drips down the chin.
The rough tongue moves gently cleaning young.
Milk feeds cubs.
Watchful and Stern.
Careful and Free.
Cubs follow and learn.
They play.
Guides and Teach.
They are the felines.
They rule the wild.
No matter where they are they are admired.
They are wild mothers.
They hold the hearts of humans.
Wild mothers are everywhere.
As times passes they more wild.
Time is their friend and ally.
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