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 a wall,
no bars to touch, or a sound of war,
no cage to rattle on, no blood or ash-
just – the warm softness of skin and flesh
caring friends, kiss of a loving man,
the gentle hands of a little human.
holding a fox captive with much more than
chains, much more vicious than that!
a cruel thing only humans would do