mother wolf carefully crept
up to the young deer as he slept;
tonight, she’d have meat
for her poor pups to eat–
somewhere, another mom wept.
mother wolf carefully crept
up to the young deer as he slept;
tonight, she’d have meat
for her poor pups to eat–
somewhere, another mom wept.
michaeljordahl 
So sad, very true and beautiful. Great poem!
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Thank you very much, Heather!
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That’s deep with symbolism! Gonna ponder on those words. Happy early morning!
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Thank you, Lane! Happy pondering to you!
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This part of Nature I deliberately don’t focus on. Beautiful, Michael! xo
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Yea, I tend to avoid this end of nature myself, but Mother’s Day got me thinking about their plight. Thank you, Amy!
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So sad!
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It is. Thanks, Dawn!
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There’s always a joker in the deck. Thanks, Tia!
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oops
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