The Bonding Of A Mother's Love

Hidden in last Summer's hay
Soft her breathing, restful purring
And in a bundle, kittens five
From peaceful naps began stirring
The Mother looked with no concern
As I stroked the little fur balls
With gentleness she licked my hand
And for a time, my work was stalled
Special moments our lives transcend
Whether coming from wild or tame
The bonding of a Mother's love
In one and all is much the same.

by Chris Embrick

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Real beauty of natures ways captured