Can you give me some space?
It's too crowded in this place.
And, what is junior trying to do?
You're his mother; grab for a clue.
My feathers are fluttering to disengage.
I'm well into my menopausal pre-stage.
History calls for mid-life crisis.
Complexity's simplicity intensifies.
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background show the caught flash/
this is has the nest target with next theory...
there's clump of complaint, as unexpected across the calendar of growth in family with age making new calls for calm. the first stanza reminds me of demand for sudden end of co-sleeping kicking when a curious request could have had me figure side bed chapter -- instead of room for spacious weaning among preoccupied selves night and day with older tick tock cry.
second has me so sad over some cultural reasoning maybe why it's so easy to go along with random legal adultdhood when biologic may be complete at 25 including brain maturity, if other household physiology is feeling off for additional responsibility. one can stretch past sincerity from what's really assimilating ~
an interesting vignette as take on prompt,
babies are my subject
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Very well done, love your take on the prompt. Thank you for your fine entry in the contest.
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right-o, fly away birdie hahahaha
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Thanks
lol
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hehehe yeah that parrot is stuck in the middle of it all, a good feathered motion piece of poetry that flaps smiles
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