Lullaby

Sitting in her kitchen
Drowsily feeding the baby,
Staring at the window,
Waiting for the night to rise.
See how the eyelids fall,
See how the suckling lulls her.

How the plucky creature
Grimly clings, riding her breathing,
Sailing on her open breasts
As on an endless sea.
I have been there like you,
Poor little comrade titmouse.