Mother Love
by Ute Carson
Secret Attic Poetry Competition
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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