Stable

 We're used to it here.

The noise, the waiting

For one to be born.

The pain and cries,

Usually braying.

The rooster crows,

Announcing the time

Has come, nothing

Is peaceful or mild.

Little baby screams 

Come into the space.

We are used to this.

This is where people

Shelter when there is

No other spot.

My only concern is

Eating, there's a babe

In my manger!