Poems ✍️

UPON THE WINGS OF NATURES BREATH (Revised Version)

Nestled, tight as crowded shelves-
natures sleeping bookends,

the youngest in flock, coveting,
jockeys for maternal favor,

wombs warmth, nourishment,
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.





Revised 09-09-20

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Frank James Ryan Jr. /FjR
Revised 08-08-20