Dark, fluff and snug are impressions in my memory.
Squished so tight, but all safe when the wild wind blows.
All the different songs, near and far; I wonder which one I will sing?
That fluffy weight above us, is a stopper for the raindrops;
It’s a warm shifting bulk, that keeps us from the sunlight.
This is my life, I’m sure there is not much more to it.
I am not alone, but in some ways I am totally on my own.
My head pushed down, I sleep in the essence of dirt and twigs,
the sounds of night, make me anxious for the new day’s light.
Then it happens, no longer blocked, I am starving, so I push up.
I stretch my neck as high as the sky above, we all outdo each other.
The morning bathes us as we open our mouths like choirboys, “Me! Me! Me!:
The heavy one is back, with worms for each; mine goes down just perfectly.
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March 29, 2021