Southern Comfort Beds
the goslings have shed ochre puffs
which are no longer in vogue
they're wobbling toddlers now
too big for the snappers' jaws
they cannot fly at all- as of yet
but come fall they'll pierce icy skies
into warm southern comfort beds
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