I read today that 17 people
are confirmed born in Antarctica.
Frigid air is forever a fond mother
in a place we think unknown to original language
where there's no word for the midnight sun.
Three wise penguins each carry an egg
to slip in with the infant. They wave
to the plane that takes them away.
The little girl raises the birds as her own
and every morning before school she opens
the fridge and waits while they stand there.
© 2016 Rob Schackne
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