Riddle by Nancy Mallet Fry

We are animal cries,
groans the body makes,
the shrill keening of grief,
pain and rage howled out,
grunts of satisfaction,
someone crooning to her young.
We’re animal cries becoming
human, five daughters
of your mother tongue.

[Answer: Vowels]

From: https://poetrysociety.org/poetry-in-motion/riddle

Date: 1991

By: Nancy Mallet Fry (1945-2016)

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