burp...urp

It’s milk time again,
Her tiny tummy is growling,
Her big eyes looking at me,
She opens her lips and cries for milk,
It’s a cue not to be missed,
For once its missed,
A loud cry to follow.

She wriggles and struggles,
Half way through the feed,
Head on my palm,
Buttock seated on my lap,
Gently pat her back,
Counting one to ten,
It’s a cue not to be missed,
For once its missed,
Milk posseting to follow.

Drunken with milk,
Eyes opening and closing,
Neck arching,
Squirming like a worm,
Pouting like ikan puput,
Figuring all the bubbles,
That might have trapped along the way,
It’s a cue not to be missed,
For once its missed,
A loud angry cry to follow.

Suddenly the loud burp came,
So loud and satisfying,
Like a big comma,
Amidst a long sentence,
And so the milking continues,
Peaceful and calm again,
After the long loud burp.

Burp..urp..

*ikan puput = longfin herring fish