Day One

What it is like to be here at last.

Lots of kerfuffle it seems,

funny noises and people making sounds that feel like love

all around me.

 

They have given me a sound.

My own personal sound it seems,

someone called it a name

which I guess means that if I ever get separated from my parents,

I could tell someone (if I knew how to speak).

 

But who would ever want to get separated from their parents.

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