Redhawk Caldera The monsters are here.

trying a different posting style for her— may change throughout loll

beneath the hum of mother’s heart,
tawny lark began her start —
a wiggle, a squirm, a snuffle, a sigh,
a tiny thing that wouldn’t die.

her paws were clouds, her nose a star,
she didn’t yet know who or where they are,
but milk! oh milk! that dream so sweet —
she rooted round for something to eat.

a squeak, a hiccup, a little sneeze,
her world all warmth and mother’s knees,
and though the night was cold and stark,
inside there bloomed one tawny lark.