My paws are sore and tired from the long walk through the woods.
My fur is ruffled and covered with dry mud, dead plants and stickers.
Finally arriving to the cave where the pups rests.
Opening my beak to feed them what I had.
My Talons dug into the side of the nest.
They chirped with hunger until well fed.
Spreading my wings as I lowered myself onto them for warmth and security.
Waking to the sounds of gentle meows, seeing one another playing as well as snooping around.
Picking one snooping kitten up with my teeth and moved him out of harms way.
Gently tossing the child in the air as he giggled a storm.
Finally laying him in my arms to feed.
Rocking in the chair until soft snoozes are heard.
Nothing is like a small child in a big world.