Wild
devotion curbs wanderlust
In a subtle
recognition of food left next to
The old fox
hole for a feral, nursing feline
And her
brood of five.
Obliged
without measure, the mother cat
Staked out
the house with patrols
To guard
against strays and poachers,
Whose
intrusions were met
With Roman
back-tail arches and
Grecian
serpentine hisses; she
Stalked
field mice and moles with
Stealth-drawn,
tactical maneuvers carried out
From dawn to
dusk and from dusk to dawn;
Years of tireless
and relentless gratitude,
Unspoken in
the margins of a human world
There are
unknown civilizations that build
Birthing
beds out of the earth and befriend
Strangers
who smile and place food at their feet.
© cmheuer
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