The girl had climbed so high
that she feared the damage
the fall would cause.
So she stopped climbing
and started to slide back down.
By the time her feet touched the ground
her ladder holder was gone.

                                                 Her fear had left a sour taste
                                                  in her mouth.
                                                 The milk she suckled
                                                 was no longer sweet.
                                                 So she spit it out
                                                 and stopped nuzzling against the warmth of the breast.