After my parents took the newborn nursery away, the companionable rows of fisted infants, humming nurses, gentle light I became a cynic. With no
they learn to look both ways our clever cousins crows, squirrels, jays, raccoons using streetlights to spot what hunts them choosing a well-fed life
Pursed lips suckle air, their profile tender against nightlight’s glow. Her body wiggles, unconscious still. A caterpillar stuck on its back, she cannot right