16 shadows – a mother

As day and week slow down to rest,
A vigil. Gliding silently,
She moves across the pond towards
The hidden patch that shelters her new nest.

And I the watcher, wish her well, 
As I do parents, everywhere:
Who in their far few silent times,
Feel more love than a heart or words could tell.

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Beleaguered Servant

Owen Servant is an online poet working in a style that's been described as "compulsive". In real life, he is an actuary, because being a poet wasn't unpopular enough.

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