Seems natural the way a woman
senses things beyond your eyes,
from the sound in your voice or
in certain tensions in your body.
She reads and studies each loved one;
assuring herself that all is well
before she is content enough
to settle into her comfort zone.
Keen as a wolf who smells trouble
before it brews,
female instinct may hearken back
to an ancient wildness
when survival made it necessary
to assess the health of the pack.
Topic(s) of this poem: survival
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