The Tale of Ginger and Muffy

The nanny bleats for my sister as she ambles across the barn

Spilling as she goes the viscous ocean of her womb.

My sister's hands slide soothingly along her muzzle, across her side,

As the animal collapses in the straw.

"Hush now," my sister whispers as the nanny grows frantic-

Under her hands the muscles contract

And the heels of the viscid kid slide from her loins.

The goat cries an anxious yelp of desperation

Her eyes wide and staring, up, at the ceiling, the barn, my sister.

The goat howls again and the kid is out

Shimmering with the fluid of her mother's body.

The nanny licks the newborn clean, sighing with love and exhaustion.

"Thank you," are the unspoken words that pass between the mother and her midwife

My sister, leaking a tear at the beauty of her work.