Hunger Pains
Hunger Pains
Silence of the lambs, a wolf in sheep's clothing
Disguised at what he's spent his entire life loathing
Prancing through the meadow, his real face never showing
Proud false sheep head held high like he is the all knowing
Finally he lures a lamb away from her flocks protection
Up the hill into tall grass this wolf's final selection
Slowly he inches forward, the lamb before the slaughter
Then a sudden gust of wind swept off of the rivers water
His true smell carries with it straight to Bo Peep's nose
She turned and ran down the hill and starving he watched her go
bmdavey@04/20/16
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