If they had not been forced to the mountainside,
Would she have thrived instead of turning feral?
Exhausting strength to keep family pack safe,
Her justice was swift though lovingly careful
Her youngest had wrestled with the backlash
Isolation can bring by its drawn out denial
She’d had to counter challenges to leadership,
As if they both had been born to be rivals
She reflected upon the latest information:
It was good the younger male had stayed away
She already had “a passel of puppies”
And did not need to feed one more stray
Now with injuries tucked in bright meadow,
She still skirts along shadows of hedge
Deflecting any new male advances
To ensure that she keeps a clear head.
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