Motherly Love




The stars shine brightly in the night,
crickets chirp loudly at the sight.
A bush moves slightly, and a cat appears,
for death stalks quietly, with all its fears.

A mouse nibbles hungrily on the corn,
for soon its young will be born.
With one giant leap,
the mouse is dead without a squeak.

The stars still shine up above,
as the cat washes her kittens with motherly love.

Tango.



Poetry by Tango
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Written on 2009-09-05 at 23:36

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