The Bower

when males devour their young

I count the scoops of formula like a chant

An incantation to bring her back.

Four in this short bottle

Eight in the bigger blue one.

In case the prayers go unanswered.

I always have a backup plan.

I know God has a better one.

But I’m here waiting

With one. Just in case.

I record each milestone carefully

To recount when she returns.

On this day he laughed…no wa…