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
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