Into the Fold
Comfortably tucked down into the fold,
there in a pocket down near the crease.
Out of the wind and the rain and the cold,
resting in him, strivings now cease.
Joining with others into the fold;
enmity once, now sisters and brothers.
Oh, to be held! A thing to behold.
Calm and serene at the sound of his voice;
hearing his calling never gets old.
According to plan, all by his choice,
nestled down snug, into the fold.
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Another Fold: 11 lines, odd lines rhyming, with common tail for 1, 5, 11
Copyright © Jeff Kyser | Year Posted 2023
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