by Mattie Aitken
Sable fawning
timid creature,
creeping quiet
in tundric nature.
Snuffle grubs
under crumbled leaves,
finding treasures
beneath stumps
and trees.
Shy comforts
of leafy groves
shelter families
from gentle homes.
Soft hides
twine together,
curled in drowsy,
tender slumber.
Trickling light
winds falling,
dripping metallic
sparkling fortune.
Timid creatures
need protection,
beloved of all
Her creations.
