Momma paces expectantly
color of orange marmalade
eyes warm as melting butter
she waits
nose twitching
tail held high
ready to pounce
she waits
fluidity of motion
even with sagging belly
maintaining serenity
she waits
looking for safe haven
instincts on full alert
comfort of no consequence
she waits
wisdom crosses her face
generations of experience
etched so finely
she waits
no hoopla or fanfare
a deep breath
delivering her news
she waits no more
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