"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.