On discovery channel
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
Leftover
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
Dadhood 