A Nuturing

Nestl'd in curve as crescent moons
against each other....reverberating,
the youngest of her flock, coveting,
jockeying for vantage, favour...for,
anticipated warmth....sore fruition
for the suckled breast, moist, hard,
achieving equal measure.... pooled-
within her swelled, pacifying glands,
thus, to ration, nourish, propritiate,
allaying her brusque wet hatchlings,
her assurance they be well settled in
for nights soft-sleep by moon-watch.

poem by Frank James Ryan Jr.
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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