Poem "Cries from the Hollow"

CRIES FROM THE HOLLOW

(Saturday, August 23, 2014)

So fragile, under cover,

A place found by your mother,

Your first home was a hollow in a tree.

Homeless, rejected, she searched diligently.

Nature takes its course.

New life, joy, without remorse.

Oh, once again begins the task,

That makes each mother tend to ask…

About caring for tiny creatures

Which appear with muffled cries, and unique features

In the dark, dark night, and leave

Us with a reason to believe,

And a very special purpose!

                   

                                                                          By: Karla