Hobbo's Poems
A quirky look at life from a Yorkshire poet and his dog's perspective
A mother’s love
A mother's love
To watch a tigress
with her new cub,
is to truly observe
real power,
the power of love.
A mother's love
To watch a tigress
with her new cub,
is to truly observe
real power,
the power of love.
I thought you were going to break into song for a moment!
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😂You wouldn’t like that!
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Great picture. The words are apt for it
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lovely; quite a contrast to Blake’s ‘tyger’ 🙂
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Mine is sloppier! 😂
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and ‘sloppier’ has its merits too 🙂
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😂
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You sure wouldn’t want to mess with that mother! 😆
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Wow. I love that equating tigers with the power of love. You can call it sloppy 😀 (which did make me laugh) but it’s … sorry to re-use the word… powerful too. Anyway, tiger love licks, I suspect from interactions with our own mini tiger, are rough as sand paper. Nothing sloppy about that. 😀
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Thank you. I got the idea for this from watching a mother tiger playing with her young cub. That contrast between the mum’s power and her gentleness with the cub made me stop and think Wow!
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It’s phenomenally beautiful.
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Thank you. It was😊
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Aww. Beautiful.
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🙂 Thank you!
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Aww! Mr. H you old softie. 😊
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I am. I am.🤣
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