baby.com

From baby.com, a wondrous site anew,
Where hopes are packaged, tender dreams ensue.
Each infant snug in baskets lined with care,
Prepared to journey through the open air.

The stork, once hailed as mythic, proud, and grand,
Now finds its purpose slipping from the land.
No longer must we wait on wings so slow,
For drones ascend where feathered friends would go.

With whirring wings they pierce the tranquil night,
Each cable bears its precious, fragile light.
Through moonlit skies, a modern marvel flies,
And in their wake, old legends bid goodbyes.

Upon the yard they gently make descent,
With beams of moonlight marking their intent.
A basket swings, a mother softly cries,
A father beams as love ignites their skies.

What once was fable now is pure device,
A marvel wrought of steel and human spice.
Yet love remains, untouched by modern art,
For family springs from something of the heart.

(inspired by a recent video of a Walmart drone delivery, and created with prompts using Bing DALL·E 3 and Copilot)