Nestled, tight as crowded shelves-
natures sleeping bookends,
the youngest in flock, coveting,
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Wonderful imagery my friend, thank you for sharing, this poem is such great observer of our world. My face smiled with the youngest in flock, coveting, jockeying for advantage, favour , so sweet and true.
Maternal warmth plans seed of affection. Night stops sleeping with watching of moon. Very interesting poem this is.10