 Mother Love by Ute Carson Secret Attic Poetry Competition www.secretattic.com Poems Book 2, June 2006 I do not cluck like a fretful hen, Nor are my feathers ruffled When a fledgling leaves the nest. I am more like a Scottish sheepdog, Ever watchful, Circling, circling, Mindful that none of her charges, Distracted by spring's fragrances, Strays through a thicket of golden bracken Onto the moors and the open hills.
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