March pours through the threshold.
She's a roaring, sodden lioness....
tired eyes searching everywhere,
aching for three wandering cubs.
A mass of matted fur like woolen amber,
she roams alone. In stillness she flows
close to ground, exposed and drenched
in motherly love for her clumsy trio.
Her willingness to replenish and protect streams
from a well of clear water deep within dangerous
feline bones. Single-mindedness her sky-music,
her attuned clarity, measured breaths sing treasured
lyrics that soak and nourish the earth clean.
Listen, can you hear these padded paws stepping
powerfully as she serenely splashes through
your back door screen?
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