Labor

They cheered it in to the inn It didn’t understand it was dazed For nine months it was unused to din Their celebrations left it amazed. It was afloat in the coziest darkness Fed on the fluid of its host The light now brought tears to its face And they welcomed it with a toast. Thoroughly washed the cute little swan Couldn’t fathom the new begotten space Yet it sought the warmth of just one Looked from many for one face! Its face made her forget the tearing pain In making way for the blob of her blood Gushed out from her a joyous fountain She was carried away in a torrential flood.