Ferocious on behalf of her children-adopted,birth,scrappy street vixens
even when they bite the hand that feeds them(she feeds them/again
Gathers them in circles near fire and keeps them warm
Something ancestral makes her defend these weak
even when they bark @her,chide her when she speaks
She mild as milk until someone threatens her young/broken ones
then flash of eye and hand and sword/martial arts in a Martial poem
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