Nurture Maxine Kumin (1925- ) From a documentary on marsupials I learn that a pillowcase makes a fine substitute pouch for an orpaned kangaroo. I am drawn to such dramas of animal rescue. They are warm in the throat. I suffer, the critic proclaims, from an over abundance of maternal genes. Bring me your falling fledgling, your bummer lamb, lead the abused, the starvelings, into my barn. Advise the hunted deer to leap into my corn. And had there been a wild child-- _filthy and fierce as a ferret_, he is called in one nineteenth-century account-- a wild child to love, it is safe to assume, given my fireside inked with paw prints, there would have been room. Think of the language we two, same and not-same, might have constructed from sign, scratch, grimace, grunt, vowel: Laughter our first noun, and our long verb, howl. --

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