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know what it is to be born alone, Baby tortoise!

The first day to heave your feet little by little from the shell, Not yet awake, And remain lapsed on earth, Not quite alive.

A tiny, fragile, half -animate bean.

To open your tiny beak-mouth, that looks as if    it would never open, Like some iron door; To lift the upper hawk-beak from the lower base And reach your skinny little neck And take your first bite at some dim bit of    herbage, Alone, small insect, Tiny bright-eye, Slow one.

Rh