Full Belly In the Brush Pile
A full-bellied stray has been surveying the brush pile
I think she's carved out a stick hut for her litter
She'll have a ball of responsibilities very soon
Her life will thicken like storm clouds in winter
the bonfire can wait another season, or two.
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