Dependency.

You must remember when you give birth to me that I am dependant on you, your every move is vital to my existence.

Winter is making music out there,

It's colliding drifts of ice,

Wrapping crooked hills in silken scarves

Being relentless,

And Cruel,

Because it can be.

The process about to take place

Is as cruel

As winter itself,

A life is in

The

Eyes of concentration,

The

Beak of reservation,

The

Thought of devastation.

Just one quick move and the baby

Will be insured continuation,

One mere chance,

And no regrets,

Or

Wait…

Watch the egg roll

In slow motion,

Making a gymnast

Out of stirring life,

Making gymnamists

Out of parents eyes,

Watch them exercise

fear.

Will the baby live?