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' jaw
they cannot fly at all- as of yet
but come fall they'll knead icy skies
into warm southern comfort beds
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2020
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