She Waits

In silence she works

Sewing fauna with ease

Instinctively planning a home

For her new family

Carefully she connects

One strand at a time

Creating a safe refuge 

To stay warm and dry

She labors by day

With no time to rest

Beneath a flower moon

She seems to pray

For health and strength

As most mothers do

And perseverance

To carry her through

After days of building

Satisfied, she broods

Savoring this quiet time

That won’t exist soon