And, in the Evening,
When life calls from
The mother bird's
Throat....
Her chicks will ruffle,
Answer, await her
Downsweeping wings...
Meaning everythings
Alright, you're fed,
And, now, you'll
Be warm
For the Night.
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Can't help but be reminded of Jesus, when he lamented over Jerusalem. He said He would have gathered it to Him like a 'Mother Hen gathers her chicks under her wings.' The birds know how to care for the babies, and Jesus knew how to care for those He loved...why is it that people are the ones who just can't seem to 'get it? ' Beautiful poem here, Southside! !