A Woman's Search - Poem by Carolyn Brunelle
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.
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