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A Sheep’s Wish (Free verse) by Dovina

Born under Aries, you can call me ewe Rams batter (I’m flattered) bruising brothers with butts to garner my favor I bleat for the black one roll eyes at the spotted then gloat as their heads collide all the harder If they knew what I wanted they’d give up the struggle build nests like the thrush then sing me their songs I’d tour the neighborhood test furnishing and fur hear scratching of ramhorn then choose me a mate But my suitors keep butting like blood-sucking fleas who plant killer germs in animals they need Why can’t these rams do their work in the day gather nuts like the squirrel nectar like bees And remember when they like this lamb at my side had good homes for retiring and swim there like salmon He could mate with me there rest finally in peace ignoring the common sheep who can do as they please

ALChemy 24-Jan-06/2:21 PM
You should have been here when me and Zodiac debated over what to call a non-designated gender.




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