may actually be the frogspawn, but the image that sticks in my mind is the bear cub's mother who "licks into shape in her own image" the bundle of fluff to which she has given birth. It conjures a vivid picture of her huge tongue almost lifting the tiny cub off its rudimentary paws as she cleans it. from Frieda Hughes: The Times: Monday Poem: The wonder of it all
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