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.
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Karen Lyons Kalmenson
I am a proud senior, forever hippie, who has incorporated the peace and love vibe into the technosphere of the 21st century. Gratitude and love of all beings is what I live for and how I live. My husband and I are guardians of pteribird, now in heaven and Magic Mikey a special needs senior parrot, whose intelligence and love is beautiful and humbling. Blessings
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