recovering
zoey snuggled deeper in
to the warmth
of samuel's cradling arms
sighed and counted blessings
the little ones
were asleep the moon was showing
through high wispy clouds
in the distance
a doe warned off a pestering coyote
with a series of resonate coughs
she has a little one
herself zoey thought and settled in
to sleep and dream of such things
as full bellies and blue sky
Poetry by one trick pony
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Written on 2021-07-03 at 05:57
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