A shy cub follws,
its mothers love for,
she needs food to
survive and strive,
she cries for food,
she is hungry and young,
the sun catches her,
a sparkle from the fur,
the paws of a grown,
animal beneath,
hold him up and help him cry,
he is helpless with out his mother,
he cries for her when she hides,
he is not a smart cub,
but he is her cub.
Typo on the first line but other than that a good poem to say the least
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