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.
Copyright © Mick Talbot | Year Posted 2017
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