"Not once have I seen her..."
Not once have I seen her this still and unmoving -
only her eyelashes' occasional sweep.
Her sunflower eyes are thawing him, soothing.
as the two-week-old kid is drifting to sleep.
The warmth she's exuding is purely intrinsic,
her smile's too blissful for me to define.
At just four years old, such motherly instinct -
a child and a goat - interlaced, intertwined.