baby girl (with feathers in her hair)

baby girl
with feathers
in her hair
says quietly
on impulse:
‘vulture
vulture
vulture’

she curls
her fingers
in my
curly beard
and watches me
scratch these
word-worms
unreadable to her,
but wriggly
to the eye

she nuzzles
my neck,
burrowing
with sweet fury-passion
and happy mischief;
it tickles
and I chuckle
and she needles:
‘mummy, mummy, mummy,
watch this!’

crop slime

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