Nestled, tight as crowded shelves-
natures sleeping bookends,
the youngest in flock, coveting,
jockeying for advantage, favor,
for maternal warmth, planted seeds,
the suckled breast, moist, hard,
achieving equal measure, pooled
within swelled, pacifying glands-
as she rations, warms, conciliates
her brusque, née hatchlings with-
assurance they'll be sheltered by
a nights soft sleep by moon-watch.
©2014-All rights reserved
Frank James Ryan Jr. /FjR
Revised/Reposted 10/13/16
Wonderful imagery my friend, thank you for sharing, this poem is such great observer of our world. My face smiled with the youngest in flock, coveting, jockeying for advantage, favour , so sweet and true.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Maternal warmth plans seed of affection. Night stops sleeping with watching of moon. Very interesting poem this is.10