“From dusk to dawn
Even headache was a pawn
For the pain she was going through
The night was also passing through

A new day was welcomed
And so was Autumn
All the canines howled
The king of the jungle growled

She was blessed with cuatro
She fed them to grow
Death was the fate of those who came near them
Their fathers proximity was also condemned

A month had gone
And again it was dawn
They were all grown up
All geared up

It was time to let go
And let them just go with a flow
3 month olds were left alone
For their survival instincts to tone”

Copyright – ©TheKayasthaJournal – 2017

One of the more mystifying yet terrifying aspect of Wildlife.


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