we live for the pack.
we play we run
we rest together,
when our day is done.
when one of us is ill,
we pick up the slack,
bringing food and comfort
until good health comes back.
we chase our prey,
we have to eat.
we do this to survive,
no easy feat.
but love we do and
care for our own
if you are born into
our pack
you are never alone.
ReplyDeleteHi dear, you know I am from Africa, Angola. I saw African wild dogs several times and they really are for the family, and the mothers are the best mothers.
Love the painting, love the poem <3
Thank you sweet and wonderful friend ❤️
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