With black furry paws
and retractable claws
a vixen fashioned a place
of twigs and fur
beneath two rocks,
a warm and protected space.
A vixen’s curled
in her cozy den
when the bays of the hounds
come close again.
She snuggles her kits close
and shivers, not with cold.
She licks them with her rough tongue
and dreams each will grow old.
Tao Talk 
Mothering instincts. No matter the species. Thank you. xoA
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thank you A
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I wrote about fox hunting too. A wretched practice, I wish it would go extinct.
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