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This rescued orangutan adopted her very own baby;watch them get released back into the wild together (Original Post)
catbyte
Sep 2020
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hlthe2b
(102,225 posts)1. I needed something heartwarming. All babies are cute, but damn, those baby orangs are just something
tblue37
(65,319 posts)2. Awwww! K&R. A relevant and poignant poem:
Motherhood
BY MAY SWENSON
She sat on a shelf,
her breasts two bellies
on her poked-out belly,
on which the navel looked
like a sucked-in mouth
her knees bent and apart,
her long left arm raised,
with the large hand knuckled
to a bar in the ceiling
her right hand clamping
the skinny infant to her chest
its round, pale, new,
soft muzzle hunting
in the brown hair for a nipple,
its splayed, tiny hand picking
at her naked, dirty ear.
Twisting its little neck,
with tortured, ecstatic eyes
the size of lentils, it looked
into her severe, close-set,
solemn eyes, that beneath bald
eyelids glareddull lights
in sockets of leather.
She twitched some chin-hairs,
with pain or pleasure,
as the baby-mouth found and
yanked at her nipple;
its pink-nailed, jointless
fingers, wandering her face,
tangled in the tufts
of her cliffy brows.
She brought her big
hand down from the bar
with pretended exasperation
unfastened the little hand,
and locked it within her palm
while her right hand
with snag-nailed forefinger
and short, sharp thumb, raked
the new orange hair
of the infants skinny flank
and found a louse,
which she lipped, and
thoughtfully crisped
between broad teeth.
She wrinkled appreciative
nostrils which, without a nose,
stood opendamp holes
above the poke of her mouth.
She licked her lips, flicked
her leather eyelids
then, suddenly flung
up both arms and grabbed
the bars overhead.
The baby's scrabbly fingers
instantly caught the hair
as if there were metal rings there
in her long, stretched armpits.
And, as she stately swung,
and then proudly, more swiftly
slung herself from corner
to corner of her cell
arms longer than her round
body, short knees bent
her little wild-haired,
poke-mouthed infant hung,
like some sort of trophy,
or decoration, or shaggy medal
shaped like herselfbut new,
clean, soft and shining
on her chest.
BY MAY SWENSON
She sat on a shelf,
her breasts two bellies
on her poked-out belly,
on which the navel looked
like a sucked-in mouth
her knees bent and apart,
her long left arm raised,
with the large hand knuckled
to a bar in the ceiling
her right hand clamping
the skinny infant to her chest
its round, pale, new,
soft muzzle hunting
in the brown hair for a nipple,
its splayed, tiny hand picking
at her naked, dirty ear.
Twisting its little neck,
with tortured, ecstatic eyes
the size of lentils, it looked
into her severe, close-set,
solemn eyes, that beneath bald
eyelids glareddull lights
in sockets of leather.
She twitched some chin-hairs,
with pain or pleasure,
as the baby-mouth found and
yanked at her nipple;
its pink-nailed, jointless
fingers, wandering her face,
tangled in the tufts
of her cliffy brows.
She brought her big
hand down from the bar
with pretended exasperation
unfastened the little hand,
and locked it within her palm
while her right hand
with snag-nailed forefinger
and short, sharp thumb, raked
the new orange hair
of the infants skinny flank
and found a louse,
which she lipped, and
thoughtfully crisped
between broad teeth.
She wrinkled appreciative
nostrils which, without a nose,
stood opendamp holes
above the poke of her mouth.
She licked her lips, flicked
her leather eyelids
then, suddenly flung
up both arms and grabbed
the bars overhead.
The baby's scrabbly fingers
instantly caught the hair
as if there were metal rings there
in her long, stretched armpits.
And, as she stately swung,
and then proudly, more swiftly
slung herself from corner
to corner of her cell
arms longer than her round
body, short knees bent
her little wild-haired,
poke-mouthed infant hung,
like some sort of trophy,
or decoration, or shaggy medal
shaped like herselfbut new,
clean, soft and shining
on her chest.
Karadeniz
(22,499 posts)3. That captures the sadness of caged animals...beautiful, but sad...
Maraya1969
(22,474 posts)4. That sounds just like these two; Except they are in a cage. Thank you
North Shore Chicago
(3,312 posts)5. Amazing!
Disaffected
(4,554 posts)6. Their eyes and faces
are so expressive. Wonderful creatures!