Redtail Rise poetry

The fifth of seven offspring born to Avicus Redtail somersaulted from the womb and swan-dived into a perfect little splash. Score cards read: 10/10. (Experiences may have varied. Some onlookers recalled this event a bit differently.)

But no sooner had she stuck the landing did her twin freefall gracelessly on top of her. He was disqualified on principle.

Once the sac was broken, bringing her into the Château de Life, she immediately began to wail her grievances at the concierge. The A/C is set too low out here. Wait, is that a fire? No? Just my lungs tasting air for the first time, you say? Well, hmph. These accommodations are awful. Why are you being so rough with me? Are you removing me from the premises?? No? You’re bathing me? You call this a bath?!

It seemed that every new sensation this day would do all it could to enrage the pitiful creature.

Except for milk. She was abruptly supplicated by the all-powerful nipple, quieting her and allowing a shawl of self-satisfaction to settle over her shoulders as she nursed, feeling her twin settle in beside her.

Now that’s more like it.

never in a million years thought i'd have a puppy born to a hurricane chris song and yet here i am