I hear you rustling through the trees hunting a safe place
What once felt serenely secure, you must now guard.
Protect the young ones and keep innocence alive and well
Last year was my first to meet you and your lovely family
Winter came, and I wondered if you survived.
I’ve never been the ‘hunted.’
Watching you care for your brood, I realize
how blessed I’ve been.
Four walls and a roof to keep the wolves away, unlike you
Moving your little boy and the twins,
along with your older daughter and her offspring,
from place to place under trees and behind sheds.
Foraging for food where you could find it.
I cheered for your survival each time I saw the
scars on your back. I knew the attacker fared
worse than you. It brought joy to me
when you accepted food I wanted to share. So,
Winter came and I prayed you’d make it.
Spring came, many didn’t make it. I couldn’t go
look for you, again I prayed.
Last week Summer came and so you returned
with two new babies, precious,
spotted babies, you let me see.
This week your son returned with three
velvet-spiked pals to show off.
Handsome yearlings, for certain, will want
to meet his sisters and once again,
I will hear you rustling through the trees
hunting a safe place to
Protect the young ones and keep innocence alive.