Like a meerkat looking ahead, her shoulders squared away from the path that she had come from.
Coming from the path stepping onto a rock, she paused only a few seconds; turns and looks where she has come from with a clear understanding of the journeys she has been on.
She steps onto the rock now looking out onto the plains with a flicker of her eye lid and lashes. She sees a bright tomorrow, knowing she has survived and becomes a victor.
Seeing plenty more bushels for camouflage and dotted green circle of vegetation with burrows alongside for covering.
Knowing her burrow her faith in God. She knows the importance of a roof over her head, the source of food and her constant cloak on her back. Laying in her burrow, a peace of mind with health.
There in her burrow she has her secret place away from the wilds both far and near.
She is a victor like her mother, who lives to tell the tale again.
By Kerri-Ann
