In the dark of night
I follow the glow of the eyes
Through the mud and muck
I find the mother in need
I follow the glow of the eyes
To a place under the stars
I find the mother in need
“Without help,” she will meet her demise
To a place under the stars
My actions are quick
“Without help,” she will meet her demise
Gently tugging and pulling
My actions are quick
Time is running out
Gently tugging and pulling
A new life begins
Time is running out
Through the mud and muck
A new life begins
In the dark of night
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Author:
ssayers (
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- Category: Nature
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