Day and night, I quietly sit and whisper
to a tiny, shielded soul to fight,
radiating warmth and luminosity,
the only thing keeping me alive.
The shield shivers; it is ready to face
the eagerly awaiting world,
a little squeal from it inside,
a little crack appears on its shield.
Please don’t wake up yet,
before mommy comes back, dear.
I shall come soon with your first meal
while you battle for your right.
Cold stoniness swimming in the air
greets me when I rush back;
the nest is bitter and evil now;
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