She Sings at Night

She sings at night,
To keep out the fright,
That haunts her heart,
Every deep part,
And tries to make it all right.

Even the whippoorwill cries,
Before it flies,
To save her young,
This is how it’s done,
Her internal survival is wise.

So, listen soft and clear,
And you may someday hear,
The moan of mother earth,
As she alone gives birth,
To help cleanse us of our fear.

CAWatson

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