The Lamb
My lamb
That fluffy fleece
Of innocence within me
Does not fully understand
How things work out.
Tempted by the sunlight on the dewy grass,
Grazing,gambolling
It ventures away from home
Till it reaches the forest's edge.
But when night falls
With the darkness of shadows,
A cold wind blowing,
And the howling of wolves
It longs for the warmth of the hearth
But has lost its way.
Running helter-skelter
Somehow it reaches home,
Dishevelled,exhausted.
This happens again and again.
I think I will bind it to the hearth
By strong cords of concentration.
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