Instinct
As I watch the Mocking bird,
Tennatiusly garding her nest,
Her Motherly instincts,
Are often put to the test.
I saw her dive-bomb a cat,
When her nest, it came to near,
Plucking fur from it's tail,
The Mother bird had no fear.
When all was safe she returned,
Grateful she won this fight,
She'll gard her nest, with her life,
Until her young can take to flight.
Copyright © Rev. Elizabeth Anderson | Year Posted 2014
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