Birth entered the room
The tender wrapped thing,
The inner quietness of exhausted birthing,
Shocked by the trauma of his passage
His smudged dark hair was damp against the cloth.
The little animal was nestling cold
Just starting out.
I knelt and peered in silent communication,
Then he raised his head
Oh my heart oh my son.
He opened sightless eyes,
Primordial, looked left and right.
Hello youngster, welcome to the world.