The Miscarriage

It would have been appropriate to tell The good news to a peacock But I told the turkey instead "I am getting a little brother" The turtle doves seemed glad for me Cooing like turtles I thought at the time The cat seemed disinterested Purring solitary in the windowsill The dog suddenly looked at me Pushing the ball to my feet “Jumping steroids,” I thought, looking at the Jack My friend came over and I told him "Mother is bringing home our baby” Belinda now present seemed glad for me She brought a blanket for him "I needled it with my own hands," she bragged Cooing like the doves I knew she was a sweet girl Turtle face and wise my friend warned me "She is out to get you, she only wants to get cute with you Little babies you see?” "Jealously makes you ugly," I screamed at him And chased him out of the yard That afternoon mother returned home without a baby She cried like a peacock and I inquired back like a turkey The doves got so distraught by the news That they pushed their harvest of life out of the nest The cat smiled and the dog fell asleep on the carpet My friend wanted to collect me Shooting birds but I said, "not now buddy" Belinda looked at me and she was so cute with an idea I entertained "Let us make a baby for Mother "