Herself, Her Unborn
It was a frozen morning as she shivered in her place, yawning.
A bland days early light tried its best to make earth brighter.
The engine of her ageing car hummed tiredly after a cold nights stillness and she
sympathised quietly.
The weathers icy film had fallen like a landslide before her eyes; she came to notice
the things around her.
Just a tiny distance away stood a blackbird and his friend, the robin. They
exchanged songs and gathered food, as together thay ate early morning worms.
It was at this time that she stood motionless and thought as herself being the
blackbird and her unborn child, the robin; united in company, doing things as mother
nature intends.
Yet they are seperate souls, but still a constant reminder of one another.
This, she cherishes as she watches them fly away.
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