Lambs Frolicking

SERPENTS’ TAIL POETRY – LAMBS FROLICKING LAMBS FROLICKING Lambs frolicking in the meadow, learning adult skills, never picking up on the farmers true wills, the slaughterhouse, Louse, ticks, all manner of tiny beasties, the drench, the paddle, the farmer knows what he’s doing, the ewes not given any clues. Ewes live a full life, not knowing what is hiding around the corner, until that day they’ll play, follower the leader, a game one day they’ll rue True for some, they will not know that that lorry will take them to the market where they will be sold for meat, for their lambs same plans. Lambs, now segregated, rams are moved On, new pastures their destination, If lucky, those that are left behind, The ones you see now, are those Lambs frolicking in the meadow. This was written as a Serpent's Tail and does end as one, but instead of the next line starting with the last word of the line above I somehow got it into my head it was the next stanza, hey ho.