Fabric Wool
Fabric Wool
I no longer cry “BAA.”
Now I’ve been sheared and shorn,
knitted in fashion to be worn.
Strength and sinew, have I
daring back winter’s chill.
A moth is my enemy still.
11/8/17
Copyright © Janis Thompson | Year Posted 2017
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