Friday, December 19, 2008

Feeding Time

Ooh! He is chomping
It's like a dinosaur stomping
upon some smaller lizards--
because, until the great blizzards
that ended the tyrannosaur
and made way for more
temperate beings, they seemed
the greatest things ever weaned.

So now as he empties the syringe
that feeds him in his milky binge
he's working within peerless esteem
His parents, blind to fault, just gleam
when he performs the simple task
of swallowing. Because at last,
though often it goes so slow,
they get to sit and watch the future grow.

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