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His head under my arm

In the first moment

White flesh soaked

Short hair

We agonise

As the lamb

Cannot feed

We watched him

That first day

Our lamb breathed

He did not feed

I squeeze him tighter

Dad, it is only a lamb

We look for too many clues

It is difficult to reinvent

Seeing that first feeding frenzy

When finally we gave him a bottle

As the blueprint for their beings


Food for them

Old and young

His compelling beginning

Dad stop squeezing, I can’t breath

The lamb jumps up

Walks, weakly, step by step.

I release my grip