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The Nest Best Thing

Posted January 20, 2009
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Isabella is eating French bread:
Broken-off bits
I roll into balls then
Pop into her open mouth
As if they were mealy bugs
And she were my fledgeling.
Now and then she frowns-
Her elegant black brows furrowing-
When a bit of crust
Or perhaps a leg
Gets caught in her teeth.