a loving mother with a lost heart

divided by duty, obliterated, apart –

buried alive in the black mountains

deep down in a forgotten fountain,

still hearing the wilderness´ call.

feeling the overwhelming pull –

stuck in a prison without wall,

no bars to touch, or sound of war,

no cage to rattle on, no blood or ash-

just – warm softness of skin and flesh

caring friends, kiss of a loving man,

the gentle hands of a little humans.

holding a fox captive with much more than

chains, much more vicious than that!

a cruel thing only humans would do

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