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“An Infant Maestro by Stewart Stafford

Baby as a bag of cats,
Grunting like an Everest climber,
Then screaming as if tortured,
Followed by innocent, cooing smiles.

Drinking milk from a rocket bottle,
Tiny hands move with satisfaction,
Conducting an invisible orchestra,
Sighing in rhythm to his gulps.

Bored stares at the ceiling,
As Baby Mama changes him,
Then eye-rolling slumber,
Floating away in the bassinet.

© Stewart Stafford, 2022. All rights reserved.”
― Stewart Stafford